 | William Shakespeare - 1883 - 614 pàgines
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr ; 28 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem29 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...think on't, — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A Httle month ; or e'er30 those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1883 - 1046 pàgines
...not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr ; so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit...on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1884 - 108 pàgines
...! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears. Why she, even she, O God ! a beast that wants... | |
 | Edwin O. Chapman - 1884 - 430 pàgines
...! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead...Let me not think on't; Frailty, thy name is woman! — William Shakespeare, ANTONY'S DESCRIPTION OF BRUTUS. Julius Cifsar, THIS was the noblest Roman... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1884 - 508 pàgines
...much, not two: So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother ,40 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit...on ; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1884 - 508 pàgines
...not two : So excellent a king • that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr ; so loving to my mother Mn Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...on ; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she... | |
 | Sir Richard Steele - 1885 - 568 pàgines
...king! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother : That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month 1 or ere those shoes were old, 20 With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Norman Hudson - 1886 - 278 pàgines
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr ;29 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem30 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month, or e'er31 those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, 27 Resolve in its old sense... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 888 pàgines
...! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead!...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ; — why she, even she, — 0 Heaven ! a beast,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1889 - 824 pàgines
...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
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Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother... 
