| William Shakespeare - 1841 - 202 pągines
...; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
| William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pągines
...he will not. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale > Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, Where most...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Ayr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1842 - 354 pągines
...; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pągines
...she spoke and panted That she did make defect perfection, And (breathless) power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never ; he...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here. Eno.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pągines
...she spoke and panted That she did make defect perfection, And (breatbless) power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never ; he...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here. Eno.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pągines
...; he will not. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, Where most...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Ayr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 pągines
...Never; he will not. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, Where most...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Ayr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 pągines
...will not. Age cannot wither her , nor custom stale • Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed , but she makes hungry , Where...beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octaviais A blessed lottery to him. Affr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbns, make yourself my guest, Whilst... | |
| William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 570 pągines
...not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th'appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies....can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery ' to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 pągines
...he •will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women Cloy the appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
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