 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...ever : — But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes3, In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O ! is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 pàgines
...a boggler ever :— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes', In our own filth drop our clear judgments...; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O ! is it come to this ? Ant. I found yoti as a morsel, cold.upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pàgines
...ever : — But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes3, In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O ! is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on 't !) the wise gods seel our eyes; Inourown filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pàgines
...But when we in our vicionsness grow hard, (O misery on 't !) the wise gods seel our eyes; Inourown filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 pàgines
...when we in our viciousness grow hard, 10 misery OQ 't!) the wise gods seel our eyes, In our own tilth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O! is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel , cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 570 pàgines
...a boggier ever : — But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (0 misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us 2 Lake boyi unto a muss,] ie a scramble. 5 a gem of women,} Beautiful horses, rich garment?, &c. in... | |
 | John Brown - 1848 - 530 pàgines
...expressed by Shakspere:— " For when we in onr viciousness grow hard, Oh! inis'ry on't! the wise gods seal our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut, To our confusion." TRENCH'S Notes on the Parables of onr Lord, pp. 11,12. passages referred... | |
 | William John Birch - 1848 - 570 pàgines
...irreligion into religion, we should say Mr. Knight had proved a master in the art. Ant. The wise gods seal our eyes In our own filth ; drop our clear judgments, make us Adore our errors, laugh at us while we strut To our confusion. My good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and... | |
 | William John Birch - 1848 - 574 pàgines
...religion, we should say Mr. Knight had proved a master in the art. Ant. The wise gods so.il our eyes In onr own filth ; drop our clear judgments, make us Adore our errors, laugh at us while wo strut To our confusion. My good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs, and... | |
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But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us while we strut To our confusion. 
