 Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever...  The Works of Shakespeare - Страница 443по William Shakespeare - 1899Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 страници
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore may'ft without attaint... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not, with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 530 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry than this description of the master passion.*... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...proved ; — I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved , I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. — 116. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay; Forget... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 484 страници
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not, with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 116. Accuse mo thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon... | |
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