 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 страници
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank,...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 страници
..., 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 rank...Hyperion to a satyr ; 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 !—... | |
 | 1804 - 450 страници
...his thoughts on her sudden forgetfulness of his father, and the indecency of her hasty marriage. ' That it should come to this ! But two months dead...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 I remember? Why she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 страници
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank,...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 страници
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Tye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank,...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 страници
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! Ah fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank...Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 страници
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! ! Fie on't! Ah fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank...Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 348 страници
...his thoughts on her sudden forgetfulneis of his father, and the indecency of her hasty mar-. riage. i That it should come to this! But two months dead !...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 I remember? Why she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 страници
...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.4 That it should come to this ! But two months dead...this, Hyperion to a satyr:* so loving to my mother, 9 — — resolve itself into a i&•» .'] Resolve means the same as dissolve. Ben Jonson uses the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 454 страници
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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... 
