 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 páginas
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion * to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he miglit notbeteem 3 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 páginas
...:* so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven' Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...on : And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't,—Frailty, thy name is woman !— A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 348 páginas
...to this, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Hyperion to asatyr: so loving to my mother, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...fed on : and yet, within a month! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month ! nr ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 páginas
...excellent a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 páginas
...that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: (47) so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem (48) the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.' 49 ' And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 páginas
...emendation, stated untruly that all the old copies which he had seen, read beteene. His emendation As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow' d my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears3 ; — why she, even she, — (O heaven ! a... | |
 | 1822 - 496 páginas
...to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven To visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman 1 A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 414 páginas
...King ! that was, to this, 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...appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within * month ! . Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month! or ere those shoes... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! Oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niche, all tears, — She married with my uncle, My father's brother... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 páginas
...things rank, and gross in naPossess it merelyJ. That it should come to this! But two months dead!—Nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was,...fed on: And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is woA little month; orere those shoes were old, [man!— With which she... | |
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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 That he might not beteem... 
