 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 666 pàgines
...have been a Boggier ever, But when we in our vicioufnefs grew hard, Oh mifery on't, the wife gods feal our Eyes In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us Adore our errors, laugh at's while we ftrut To our confufion. Cleo. Goqd, my Lord Cleo. Oh, is't come to this 2 Ant. I found... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 506 pàgines
...boggier ever :—- . § But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (Oh mifery on't!) the wife Gods feel our eyes In our own filth •, drop our clear judgments...; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we ftrut To our confufion. Cleo. Oh, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 482 pàgines
...we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, Cleo. Good my Lord, SO mifery on't!) the wife Gods feal our eyes n our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us Adore our errors, laugh at's, while we ftrut To our confufion. Cleo. Oh, is't come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morfel,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1786 - 508 pàgines
...a boggier ever : — But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (O mifery on't!) the wife gods feel our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments...; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we ftrut To oar confufion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon H 4 Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 pàgines
...our vicioufnefs grow hard, [O mifery on't !) tiie wife gods feel our eyes; In our own filth dropour clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we ftrut To our confufion. Cln, O, is it come to this ? .'It::. I found you as a morfcl, cold upon 3ead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 408 pàgines
...been a boggier ever:— But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (O mifery on't!) the wife gods feel our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments...; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we flrut To our confufion. Cleo. Good my lord,— Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 490 pàgines
...a boggier ever :— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O-misery on't!) the wise gods seel 1 our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments;...laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher: nay, you were... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 648 pàgines
...by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders? Good my lord, — r Ant. You have been a boggier ever:— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 502 pàgines
...lawful race, And by a gem of women, 3 to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders? 4 Ant. You have been a boggier ever:— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 520 pàgines
...And by a gem of women, 8 to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders ? 4 Ant. You have been a boggler ever:— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we... | |
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a boggier ever. But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O, misery on't!) the wise gods seel 3 our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. Good my lord, Cleo. O,... 
