 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 sider
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion6 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That be might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which 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,... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 414 sider
...King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly, Heaven...appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within * month ! . Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month! or ere those shoes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 sider
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr9 : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem l the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...hang on him, ' As if increase of appetite had grown ' t , ; <.•f By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — ' Let me not think on't ; — Frailty,... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 410 sider
...hang on hhi As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within » month ! B 2 Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ! — why she, even she, O Heaven ! a brute that wants discourse of reason, Would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sider
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion6 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old. With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like iNiobe, all tears ; — why she, even she, — 0 heaven ' a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 sider
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion§ to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem || the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which 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,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 sider
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niche, all tears, — She married with my uncle, My father's brother... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 sider
...king; that was, to this, Hyperion§ to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem|) the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on: And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is woA little month; orere those shoes were old, [man!— With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sider
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion« to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not mink on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 sider
...unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her galled eyes, She marry'd : — O most wicked speed. Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...Let me not think on't ; ^Frailty, thy name is woman ! O, Hamlet, what a falling off was there ! From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand... | |
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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,... 
