 | William Sidney Walker - 1860 - 390 sider
...spirits." Sonnet li., — " From where thou art why should I haste me thence ? " Compare Ivii., — " But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought, Save, where you are how happy you make those." Sonnet liii., counterfeit rhymes to set. — Feit was pronounced nearly as fate; and so of ei generally.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 sider
...OM;. iffleake. all burn ilJ Bud [a. iess, •d. it, like a sad slave, atay arid think of nought Ye, e Than when I p Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. LVin. ""hat god forbid that made me first your slave, should... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 sider
...you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I e will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an app « — foison—] " Foison" is аЬыпаала, «ad Ä*t*m*, u ** season of plenty, is named во... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 sider
...you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I ticular addition, from the bill » - clep'd— ] Called. That writes them a « — foison— ] "Foison" if abundance, and A mtrnm*, at tkt sea. on of plenty, is named §o here.... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 sider
...you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu: Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be,...those ;So true a fool is love, that in your will, Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. W, Shakespeare XI How like a winter hath my absence been... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 sider
...you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be,...those : So true a fool is love, that in your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill. LVIII. That God forbid, that made me first your slave, I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 sider
...you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour. When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where you may be,...those : So true a fool is love, that in your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill. LVIII. That God forbid, that made me first your slave, I... | |
 | 1862 - 486 sider
...you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be,...make those. So true a fool is love, that in your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill." It would be almost impossible that he should not sometimes... | |
 | 1862 - 520 sider
...servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your all airs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of...make those. So true a fool is love, that in your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill." times have experienced a twinge of hurt feeling. Put these... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 sider
...trinter,—] The old copy reads. " Ji call h," tr. For the emendation *re are indebted to TyrwhittBat, "@ 1864 Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. LVIII. That god forbid that made me first your slave, I should... | |
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Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and... 
