 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 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.5 Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 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. fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 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.5 Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 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. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 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 am| knare, I hare one part in my heart Thai's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 էջ
...Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I amscold myself. — Where is tins 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. fool.... | |
 | John Aikin - 1852 - 792 էջ
...Julius Caiar, act i. sc. 2. How dost? A it cold 1 I'm cold myself— Where is the straw, my fellow) The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. King Lear, act iii. ac. 2. FEMALES there are of unsuspicious mind, Kasy and sofi, and credulous and... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1852 - 560 էջ
...Casar, act i, scene 2. How dost? Art cold? I'm cold myself--^ Where is the straw, my fellow? f. .-. The art of our, necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. ' . King Lear, act iii, scene 2 CRABBE'S POETICAL WORKS. Who, when offended for' the twentieth time,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 608 էջ
...34— iv. 4. 628. A good and virtuous nature may recoil, In an imperial charge'. 15 — iv. 3. 629. The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. 34— iii. 2. " "The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib ; but Israel doth not know,... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 էջ
...fraternal state, Will arrogate dominion undeserved Over his brethren. Milton. ART. 57 AET— AllTIST. THE art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Shakspere. In framing artists, art hath thus decreed, To make some good, but others to exceed. SJiakspere,... | |
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