 Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever...  Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art - Side 44redigeret af - 1851Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 sider
...With'his bending fickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it down even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor-no man ever loved. In Praife of his Love. I "grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 sider
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 sider
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom*. If this be error, and upon meprov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. * — to lie marriage oft me minds—'] To the fympathetick... | |
 | 1792 - 774 sider
...liis bending ficUe's compafs conic ; l.ove alters not wish his brief hour» and weeks, uu: bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Accufe me thus ; that I have feinted j'.i Wherein 1 fliould... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 sider
...Within his bending fickle's compafs come j Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. CXVII. Accufe me thus ; that I have fcanted all Wherein... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 sider
...Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not, with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 sider
...Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 sider
...his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.^ IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 sider
...Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. I grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 sider
...Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd." Son. 116. Of a lighter though more glowing cast of poetry,... | |
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