 My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.  The bagman's bioscope - Էջ 323William Bayley (of Yorkshire.) - 1824 - 365 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 750 էջ
...less. Julius Casar, act L ac. 2. How dost ? Art cold t I'm cold myself—Where is the straw, my fellowl The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. King Lear, act in. sc. 2. FEMALRS there are of unsuspicious mind, Easy and soft, and credulous and... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 էջ
...— iii. 1. 485 Love yourself: and in that love, Not unconsider'd leave your honour. 25 — i 2. 486 The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. 34 — iii. 2. 487 To be wise, and love, Exceeds man's might. 26 — iii. 2. 488 We know what we are,... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1840 - 328 էջ
...done no less, — Julius Casar, How dost? Art cold? I "m cold myself— Where is the straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. — Lear. VOL. V. TALE XVII. RESENTMENT. (') FEMALES there are of unsuspicious mind, Easy and soft,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 էջ
...inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Scene 11. King Lear. The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. King Lear, Act iii. Scene 2. TIRTUE ATTAINED BY HABIT. Hamlet. . . . Refrain to-night: And that shall... | |
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...His wits begin to turn — he is cold — he'll seek the straw that Kent has noticed in the hovel ; The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious. Yet shaken to the brain — his mind a wreck — drenched to the skin with the unceasing rain, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 էջ
...Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. — Come, your Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That 's sorry yet for thee. Fool. '... | |
 | 1842 - 514 էջ
...Come on, my boy, how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave ; I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee." —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 էջ
...Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. — Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That 's sorry yet for thee.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 էջ
...Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. — Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That 's sorry yet for thee.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 էջ
...Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee7. Fool.... | |
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