 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...; 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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 pàgines
...defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. ,E«o: Never ; he will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom...themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her, when she's riggish-t Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1851 - 350 pàgines
...attain — " Age can not wither her — nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women Cloy the appetites they feed — but she makes hungry Where...that the holy Priests Bless her when she is riggish." The Persian poets sing farther when the moon is at the full, that only lovers' tongues speak truly.... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1851 - 354 pàgines
...may attain — "Age can not wither her-ynor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women Cloy the appetites they feed — but she makes hungry Where...that the holy Priests Bless her when she is riggish." The Persian poets sing farther when the moon 'is at the full, that only lovers' tongues speak truly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 530 pàgines
...her own beauty.' " Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women Cloy the appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most...her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.1 Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty can settle The heart of Antony, Oetavia is A blessed lottery... | |
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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 she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her... 
