 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 страници
...all of them at Bristol lost their heads. Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk...Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 страници
...bills. Against thy seat both young and old rebel . And all goes worse than I have pow'r to tell. .AT. Rich. Too well , too well , thou tell'st a tale so...and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eves Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not... | |
 | 1806 - 408 страници
...tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire ? where is he got ? What is become of Bushy ? Where is Green ? —No matter where; of comfort no...eyes Write sorrow on the bosom, of the earth ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 376 страници
...talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphi; Make dnst our, paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on die bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk...to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbrohe'si And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 страници
...Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak* Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust...rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let 's choose executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 страници
...epitaphs, Make dusk our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so for...Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death : AnJ that small model of the barren earth, WThich serves as paste and cover to our bone?. For heav'n's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 96 страници
...think of comfort. King Henry. No, my son is murder'd, My Queen a captive — No, talk not of comfort* Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. — Make...eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ! And yet not so — for what can I bequeath, Save my deposed body... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 534 страници
...Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Hake dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on...to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingt-roke's, And nothing can we call our own. but death; And that small model of the barren earth,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 544 страници
...matter where ; of comfort no ma.n speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust QUT paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom...choose executors, and talk of wills : And yet not SQ,-~-for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, or lives, and all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 454 страници
...all of them at Bristol lost their heads. Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? Of. Rich. No matter where ; of comfort no man speak : Let's...• Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And'nothingcan we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth,8 Which serves... | |
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No matter where ; of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth... 
