 tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely, that it should come to this, But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king; that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother,...  Albany Law Journal - Página 2521874Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | Tatler - 1754 - 338 páginas
...Heaven and Earth f Muft 1 remember ? Why jhe would hang on him, As if Increafe of Appetite hadgro'ivn By what it fed on : And yet, within a Month ! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy Name is Woman ! A little Month f Or ier thoje Shoes were old, With which jhe followed... | |
 | 1764 - 216 páginas
...face too roughly. Heav'n and •earth! Muft I remember ? Why fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet within a month ! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month ! or ere thofe fhoes were old With which me follow'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1766 - 620 páginas
...heauen and earth Muft I remember, why fhe fhould hang on him As if increafe of appetite had growne By what it fed on, and yet within a month, Let me not thinke on't ; frailty thy name is woman A little month. On ere thofe fhooes were old With which fhe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 páginas
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Muft I remember ? Why, fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy nnme is Woman! A little month -, or ere thole fboes were old, With which fhe follow'd... | |
 | William Richardson - 1774 - 220 páginas
...finally, by a flinging reflection on the Queen's inconftancy : Why, flie would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month— This affefts him fo feverely, that he ftrives to obliterate the idea : Let me not think on't— •... | |
 | 1784 - 1282 páginas
...face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! muft I remember ? why, fhe would Hang on him, as if encreafeof appetite Had grown by what it fed on — and yet Within a year ! — Let me not think. ' Diftraftion almoft accompanies it. — Oh ! that this foul deed could... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 páginas
...months dead ! — nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, 331 Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must Must I remember ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 páginas
...face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Muft I remember ? Why, (he would hang on him, As if ¡ncreafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month,IJet me not think on't ; frailty, thy name is woman !— A little month ; or ere thofe (hots... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 páginas
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Mull I remember ? why, Qie would hang on him, As ifencreafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month, — j Let me not think on't ; Frailty, thj name i woman I * A little month j or ere thofe fhoes were... | |
 | Longinus - 1800 - 238 páginas
...so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember ? — why, she would hang...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet within a month Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month — or ere those... | |
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