 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 pàgines
...mother, 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...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 348 pàgines
...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 hang on him, As if...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...she 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 pàgines
...mother, 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...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
...mother, That ht 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...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 - 1812 - 414 pàgines
...had grown By what it fed on : And vet, within a month, — _ L.ct me not think on't ;— (Frailty, thy name is woman !~) A little month ; or ere those...she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niob,e, all tears : — why she, even she,— O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 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...she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears : — why she, even she, — O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 pàgines
...That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must l remember? why, she would hang on him., As if increase...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... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pàgines
...appetite had grown [him, By what it fed on: and yet within a moatli — Let me not think on't — frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ; — or ere those...she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;— why she, even she — O Heaven 1 a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1817 - 340 pàgines
...mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? Why she would hang on him, As if...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 she... | |
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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,... 
