 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 420 pàgines
...." Which we more hunt fofc than the grace of God ! Who huilds his hope in air of your fair looks,4 Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready, with every nod, to tumhle down Into the fatal howels of the deep. Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis hootless to exclaim.... | |
 | Jane West - 1810 - 478 pàgines
...mortal man, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who builds hU hope in air of your fair looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast. Ready with every nod to tumble dowa Into the fata) bowels ef the deep. Sluikespeari. VOL. III. LOKDON: FKINTIB FOR LONGMAN, HURST,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pàgines
...mortal men, Wich we more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into ;lh- fatal bowels of the deep. Loe. Come, come, despatch ; 'tis bootless to exclaim. H<ut. 0, bloody... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 pàgines
...men, Which we wore hont tor than the grace ot God ! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Lives, like a, drunken sailor on a mast; Ready, with every nod, to tumble down lotu the fatal bowels of the deep. Lou. Couae, come, despatch ; 'tis bootless to exclaim, llust. O,... | |
 | 1830 - 602 pàgines
...of moral pollution has always rolled its obscene waves just beneath him, and ho has lived " like tho drunken sailor on a mast, " Ready with every nod, to tumble down "Into tho fatal bowels of the deep." Of this discouraging view the address under consideration contains convincing... | |
 | Francis Joseph Grund - 1839 - 822 pàgines
...man , Which we more hunt for than the Grace of God! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks , Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready with every nod, to dumhle down Into the fatal bowels of the deep." King Richard Ш. Act III. Scene 5. foígenben SEog... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 pàgines
...mortal man, Whieh we more hunt for than the graee of God, Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready, with...every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of tho deep. Shake. Riehard III There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspeet of... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 pàgines
...MAN— Trusting in. О momentary grace of mortal men, Which wo more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who builds his hope in air of your fair loots. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Keady, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. S/uiitfr<vf MAN- Virtue... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 166 pàgines
...men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who builds his hope in air of your good looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready, with every nod, to tumble duwu Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Lov. Come, come, despatch ; 'tis bootless to exclaim. Hast.... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 pàgines
...wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Act iii. Sc i . Off with his head ! 2 Act iii. Sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready with every nod to tumble down. Act iii. Sc. 4. 1 ' stol'n forth,' White, Knight. 2 Cf. Cibber, p. 248. [King Richard III. continued.... | |
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