The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 第 3 巻R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... thofe that are fo wafhed ; how much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you is Signior Montanto returned from the wars or no ? Me . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch in the army of ...
... thofe that are fo wafhed ; how much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you is Signior Montanto returned from the wars or no ? Me . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch in the army of ...
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... thofe thanks , than you took pains to thank me - -that's as much as to fay , any pains that I take for you is as eafy as thanks . If I do not take pity of her , I am a vil lain ; if I do not love her , I am a Jew ; I will go get her ...
... thofe thanks , than you took pains to thank me - -that's as much as to fay , any pains that I take for you is as eafy as thanks . If I do not take pity of her , I am a vil lain ; if I do not love her , I am a Jew ; I will go get her ...
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... thofe points , formerly fo much in fashion . Thefe taggs were either of gold , filver , or brafs , according to the quality of the wearer ; and were commonly in the fhape of little images , or at least had a head cut at the extremity ...
... thofe points , formerly fo much in fashion . Thefe taggs were either of gold , filver , or brafs , according to the quality of the wearer ; and were commonly in the fhape of little images , or at least had a head cut at the extremity ...
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... thofe pampered animals That rage in favage fenfuality . -Hero . Is my Lord well , that he doth speak fo wide ? Lean . Sweet Prince , why fpeak not you ? Pedro . What fhould I fpeak ? I ftand difhonoured , that have gone about To link my ...
... thofe pampered animals That rage in favage fenfuality . -Hero . Is my Lord well , that he doth speak fo wide ? Lean . Sweet Prince , why fpeak not you ? Pedro . What fhould I fpeak ? I ftand difhonoured , that have gone about To link my ...
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... thofe that wring under the load of forrow ; But no man's virtue nor fufficiency , To be fo moral when he fhall endure The like himself : ] Patience under misfortunes easier ad- vifed , than maintained , is one of the topics of ...
... thofe that wring under the load of forrow ; But no man's virtue nor fufficiency , To be fo moral when he fhall endure The like himself : ] Patience under misfortunes easier ad- vifed , than maintained , is one of the topics of ...
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124 ページ - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
281 ページ - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
229 ページ - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
213 ページ - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.