 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 490 páginas
...perform. He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street : And having lost her breath, she spoke, and...custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 648 páginas
...sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street: And having lost her breath, she spoke, and...custom stale Her infinite variety: Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry* Bless her, when she is riggish. Mec. If beauty, wisdom,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 502 páginas
...sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street: And having lost her breath, she spoke, and...custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 520 páginas
...sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street: And having lost her breath, she spoke, and...custom stale Her infinite variety: Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 368 páginas
...bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. • Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street : And having lost her breath, she spoke, and...custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 410 páginas
...She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed , He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street : And having...custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 páginas
...Isaw her once lop forty paces through the publick street : \nd having lost her breath, she spoke.and ۳) state Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 páginas
...Julius lay his sword to bed ; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Now Antony Must leave her utterly. Thyr. Never ! he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom...; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. Dol. Well, I am sorry, He too approves the common liar, who Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 páginas
...Julius lay his sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Now Antony Must leave her utterly. Thyr. Never ! he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom...feed; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. Dol. Well, I am sorry, He too approves the common liar, who Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 416 páginas
...wench! She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed; He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street: And having...will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety:7 Other women 4 That yarely frame the office.] ie readily and dexteroujly perform... | |
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I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street : And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted> That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never ; he will not... 
