 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, thy...  The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - Стр. 420авторы: William Shakespeare - 1824Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Страниц: 446
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion4 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem5 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 8 Draught. 9 Report. ' Dissolve. * Law. 3 Entirely,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - Страниц: 642
...excellent 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. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With... | |
 | 1804 - Страниц: 450
...a 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...what it fed on: and yet within a month ! Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month ! or e'er those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Страниц: 486
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Страниц: 486
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - Страниц: 420
...excellent 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. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - Страниц: 374
...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. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman !— • A little month ; or ere those shoes were old,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 416
...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. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't!— Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - Страниц: 348
...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...what it fed on: and yet, within a month! Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman! A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 418
...excellent 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. Heaven...it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on'tl^-Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
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