 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pàgines
...: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pàgines
...had grown 10 By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on Ч :— — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those...With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobé, all tears: — why she, even she, — " О heaven! a beast, that wants discourseof reason Would... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 pàgines
...: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why, she would...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 pàgines
...: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why, she would...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on'tl^-Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 348 pàgines
...so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her lace too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why she would...fed on : and yet, within a month ! Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman t A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 pàgines
...appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month,-*Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those...follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ;T . — why she, even she,— O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 pàgines
...an humhler sha];e, tha'i that of the august and vigorous fowl who hears the thunder in his pounces. As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 470 pàgines
...an humhler shape, than that of the august arid vigorous fowl who hears the 'thunder in his pounces. As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 pàgines
...so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem ' the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...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... | |
 | William Richardson - 1812 - 468 pàgines
...: so loving to my mother, That ht might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would...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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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy... 
