 | William Shakespeare - 1600 - 98 pągines
...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage : But earthly happier is the rose distill'd, < Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. jj Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my maiden heart... | |
 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 pągines
...Moon* Thrice blefled they that mailer fo their Blood, To undergo fuch Maiden Pilgrimage. But earlier happy is the Rofe diftill'd, : Than that which withering on the Virgin Thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in (ingle Blelfcdnefs. 'fhef. Ib, The Fate of true Love. The Courfe of true Love never did run finooth,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 600 pągines
...all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon? Thrice blefled they, that matter fo their blood, To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But earthlier happy is the role diftill'd$ Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives^ and dies, in fingle... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 582 pągines
...live a barren fifter all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitlefs moon. Thrice bleffed they that mafter fo their blood, To undergo fuch maiden...the. virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle bleffednefs, Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my lord, Ere I will yiekl my virgin patent up Unto... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 550 pągines
...all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon? Thrice blefied they, that matter io their blood, To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But...the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle bleffednels. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 460 pągines
...they, that mafter fo their blcod, To unde.go fuch maiden pilgrimage t But earthlier happy is the role diftill'd, Than that, which withering on the virgin thorn, • Grows, lives and dies, in Tingle blefiednefs. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo; die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 488 pągines
...faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon ? Thrice bleffed they, that mailer fo their blood, To undetgo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But earthlier happy is the...withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in Tingle bleflednefs. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my Lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent... | |
 | Bromley (major, fict.name.) - 1767 - 482 pągines
...mafterfo their Hood, To undergo fuch maidin pilgrimage ! But earthliir happy is the rofe diftiird, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in Jingle lleffednefs. Shakefpeare. LONDON. Printed for J. Wi LK i E, in St. Paul's ChurcbTard, and T.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 676 pągines
...all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cpld, fruitlefs, moon ? Thrice blefled they, that matter fo their blood, To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But earthlier happy is the rofe diftill'd, 3 Than that which withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives and dies, in fingle blefiednefs. Her.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 424 pągines
...cloifter mew'd, To live a barren fifter all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon? Thrice blefled they that mafter fo their blood,...withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in ungle bleflednefs. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my Lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent... | |
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But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. 
