 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 страници
...king; that was, to this, Hyperion J to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem§ the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed 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 - 1860 - 836 страници
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteemb e start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone....these applauses are For some new honours that are think on Ч — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old. With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 страници
...a king; that was, to this, HyperionJ to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteemg the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1861 - 352 страници
...king ; that was, to this Hyperion^ to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem§ the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 страници
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion || to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem IT thi think on't;— Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1861 - 496 страници
...excellent a king, that was to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; vet, within a month, — Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is Woman! A little month ! or ere... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 страници
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem § the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed 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 - 1862 - 404 страници
...so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Ii Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...it fed on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ; or e'er those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | John Conolly - 1863 - 220 страници
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 страници
...: so loving to my mother. That he might not beteemb the winds of heaven Visit her face too'roughly. d decay, It useth an enforced ceremony." « Plodi dully on,—] think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With... | |
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That he might not beteem the winds of 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; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy... 
