 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 134 páginas
...him down and basked him in the sun, And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms,45 and yet a motley fool. 'Good morrow, fool,' quoth...sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.' And then he drew a dial from his poke, 20 And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 páginas
...Who laid him down, and basked him in the sun, And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. 'Good morrow, fool,'...sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.' 20 And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it, with lack-lustre eye,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 páginas
...Who laid bim down and bask'd him in the sun, /And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, / In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. / 'Good morrow, fool',...sir', quoth he, / 'Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune.' / And then he drew a dial from his poke, / And looking on it, with lack-lustre eye,... | |
 | Agnes Heller - 2002 - 390 páginas
...the forest: "A fool, a fool, I met a fool i'th' forest, / A motley fool — A miserable world! . . . 'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I, 'No sir,' quoth he, / 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.' / And then he drew a dial from his poke, / And looking on it with lack-lustre eye... | |
 | Katherine Morris Lester, Bess Viola Oerke, Helen Westermann - 2004 - 612 páginas
...Like It, it is the pocket sundial that Shakespeare placed in the hand of Touchstone. Says Jacques: "Good morrow, fool," quoth I. "No Sir," quoth he, "Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 páginas
...Who laid him down and basked him in the sun, And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. 'Good morrow, fool,'...sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.' And then he drew a dial from his poke, 20 And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,... | |
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Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see... 
