 O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.  Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet - Side 115af William Shakespeare - 1788Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 sider
...Lightning before Death ? O how may I Call this a Lightning ? O my Love, my Wife, Death that hath fuckt the Honey of thy Breath, Hath had no Power yet upon thy Beauty: Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauties Enfign yet Is Crimfon in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks, And Death's pale Flag is not advanced... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 sider
...Ha:h had m power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not ronquer'd ; beauty's cnfign yet - ; Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft rhou there in thy bloody (heet? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee. Than wirh that hand, that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 sider
...I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave. For here lyes Juhet Oh, my love, my wife f Death that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 sider
...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty i . . Thou art not conquer'di beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in khy bloody fbeet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 sider
...before Death. s O, how may I Call this a Lightning ! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquer'd •, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 sider
...Call this a lightning ! Oh my love, my wife !' Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfign yet h crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'it thou there in thy bloody meet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, 1 han with that hand,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 sider
...lightning before death. U, how may I Call this a lightning! O my love, my wife! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is i'rim on m thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 sider
...before death O, hcrtv may I Call this a lightning! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquered ; -beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 sider
...death, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquer'd •, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.' Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody meet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand, that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 sider
...power yet upon thy beauty : •• • The Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet • Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody meet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand, that... | |
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