 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 sider
...of Joy, That one fliort Minute gives me in her fight : Do thou but clofe our Hands with holy Word?, Then Love-devouring Death do what he dare, It is enough...Ends, And in their triumph die like Fire and Powder, Which as they kifs confume. The fweeteft Honey Is loathfome in his own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 sider
...the exch?nge of Joy, That one fhort Minute gives me in her fight: PO thou but clofe our Hands wirh holy Words, Then Love-devouring Death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. Thufe violent Delights have violent Endy, And in their trii mph die like Fire and Powder, Which as... | |
 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 sider
...Packthread, and old Cakes of Rofes, Were thinly fcatter'd, to make up a Shew. Hid. Againft violent Delights. Thefe violent Delights have violent Ends, And in their Triumph die like Fire and Powder, Which as they kits, confume. The fweeteft Honey Is loathfome in its own Delicioufnefs, And in the Tafte... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 sider
...luperfluity comes fooner By white hairs, but competency lives longer. Shakefpear's Merchant of Venice. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 sider
...countervail th' exchange of joy, That one fhort minute gives me in her fight : ,. ; ..-• Do thou butclofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death...ends, And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which as they meet confume. The fweetcft honey Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, ,. i , : -; •,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 sider
...therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings. • ^ SCENS ri SCENE VI. Violent Deliglts, not lafting. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder. Which as they meet, confume. Lovers, light of Foot. O fo light of foot Will ne'er wear out the everlafting... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1753 - 80 sider
...mort minute gives me in her fight : Dothou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call...ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honejr Is loathlome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 436 sider
...forrow can, It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one fhort minute gives me in her fight: Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then...ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathibme in its ow n delicioufnefs, ' And in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 sider
...forrow can, It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one fhort minute gives me in her light : Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then...And in their triumph die -, like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The Iweeteft honey Is ioathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 sider
...forrow can, It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one mort minute gives me in her fight: Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, Jt is enough I may but call her mine. Iri. PO fmile the heav'ns upon this holy aft, Fri. Thefe violent... | |
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These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. 
