The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... Mer . True , I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing , but vain phantafy , Which is as thin of substance as the air , And more unconstant than the wind ; who wooes Ev'n now the frozen bosom of the ...
... Mer . True , I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing , but vain phantafy , Which is as thin of substance as the air , And more unconstant than the wind ; who wooes Ev'n now the frozen bosom of the ...
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