| William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 pàgines
...Breath* Hnh had no Power yet i pon thy Beauty: Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauty's Enfign yet Is Crimfon in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks, And Death's pale Flag is not advanced there. Tjbalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody Sheet? O what more Favour can I do to thee, Then with that Hand... | |
| William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 pàgines
...Death ? O how may I Call this a Lightning ? O my Love, my Wife, Death that hath fuckt the Honey of thy Breath, Hath had no Power yet upon thy Beauty: Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauties Enfign yet Is Crimfon in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks, And Death's pale Flag is not advanced... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 pàgines
...Ha:h had m power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not ronquer'd ; beauty's cnfign yet - ; Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft rhou there in thy bloody (heet? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee. Than wirh that... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 pàgines
...triumphant grave. For here lyes Juhet Oh, my love, my wife f Death that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 pàgines
...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty i . . Thou art not conquer'di beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in khy bloody fbeet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pàgines
...how may I Call this a Lightning ! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquer'd •, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pàgines
...Call this a Lightning !—Oh my love, my wife! , Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath^.-1 , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, -, Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet '•' Iscnmfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, ,'„' And death's pale flag is not advanced... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 pàgines
...Call this a lightning ! Oh my love, my wife !' Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfign yet h crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'it thou there in thy bloody meet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, 1 han with that... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 pàgines
...death. U, how may I Call this a lightning! O my love, my wife! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is i'rim on m thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 pàgines
...hcrtv may I Call this a lightning! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquered ; -beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
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