 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 oldal
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Muft I remember? why, Ihe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on: And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman! A. little month ; 'or ere thofe Ihoes Were old, With which fhe follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ; — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 oldal
...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...me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 8 Draught. 9 Report. ' Dissolve. * Law. 3 Entirely, + Apollo. s Suffer. A little month ; or ere... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 oldal
...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...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,... | |
 | 1804 - 450 oldal
...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...— Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month ! or e'er those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears, why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 oldal
...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...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, 5 No jocund health,'] The King's intemperance is very strongly impressed ; every thing that happens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 oldal
...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...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 oldal
...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...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 oldal
...that was to this, [two : 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...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown 10 By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on Ч :— — Frailty, thy name... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 oldal
...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...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears, — She married with my uncle, My father's brother : — but no more like my... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 348 oldal
...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...those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor lather's body, Like Niobe, all tears! —why she, even she, O Heaven ! a brute, that wants discourse... | |
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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,... 
