The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 第 3 卷R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... blows his nail , And Tom bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nip'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly fings the ftaring owl , Tu - whit ! to who ! A merry note , While greafy Joan doth keel the ...
... blows his nail , And Tom bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nip'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly fings the ftaring owl , Tu - whit ! to who ! A merry note , While greafy Joan doth keel the ...
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第124页 - 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...
第281页 - 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!
第229页 - 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.
第213页 - 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.