The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 1H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... thou fuch dall witneffe of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and aftonishment Haft built thy felfe a live - long monument : For whil'ft to th ' fhame of flow - endevouring art . Thy eafie numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves ...
... thou fuch dall witneffe of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and aftonishment Haft built thy felfe a live - long monument : For whil'ft to th ' fhame of flow - endevouring art . Thy eafie numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves ...
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... Thou art a monument & without a tomb . And art alive ftill , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praife to give . That I not mix thee fo , my brain excufes ; I mean with great , but difproportion'd mufes For if I ...
... Thou art a monument & without a tomb . And art alive ftill , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praife to give . That I not mix thee fo , my brain excufes ; I mean with great , but difproportion'd mufes For if I ...
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... Thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , muft enjoy a part . For though the Poet's matter nature be , His art doth give the fashion : And , that he , Who cafts to write a living line , muft fweat ( Such as thine are ) and ftrike the second ...
... Thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , muft enjoy a part . For though the Poet's matter nature be , His art doth give the fashion : And , that he , Who cafts to write a living line , muft fweat ( Such as thine are ) and ftrike the second ...
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... thou art . Gonz . I'll warrant him from drowning , tho ' the fhip were no fronger than a nut - thell , and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench . Boat . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ; fet her two courses off to fea again , lay her off ...
... thou art . Gonz . I'll warrant him from drowning , tho ' the fhip were no fronger than a nut - thell , and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench . Boat . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ; fet her two courses off to fea again , lay her off ...
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... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing . Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better ( 2 ) Than Profpero , mafter of a full - poor cell , ( 3 ) . And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts ...
... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing . Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better ( 2 ) Than Profpero , mafter of a full - poor cell , ( 3 ) . And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts ...
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Page 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Page 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Page 63 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Page 95 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 35 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 64 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.