 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 Seiten
...then. What year's, i'faith ? Vio. Abontyour years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven ! Let still the p. The gaudy, blabbing, unfirm, Morelongiug, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Thau women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 Seiten
...What year's, i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven ! Letstill thcwomantake An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and uufirm, More longing, wavering, sooucr lost and worn, Than womcn'sare. Vio. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 Seiten
...[i'faith? Duke. Too plil, by heave» ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears ih« to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Oar fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, waveringjSuoner lost and worn' Than women's are.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1825 - 356 Seiten
...Of your complexion. Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman Vio. About your years, my lord. take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Duke. Then let thy love be... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 Seiten
...then. What years, i' faith ? Via. About your years, my lord; Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to...level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praine ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 Seiten
...faith? Duke. Too old, by heaven : Let still the woman An elder than herself; so wears she to him, [take the heart and love of us, Who wear our health but...life, \\hii-liinlii-. death were perfect. 2 Mur. I nnfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women s are. I'm. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 482 Seiten
...Ihen. What years, i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman. take An elder than herself; so wears she to...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 Seiten
...then. What years, i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn4, Than women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 Seiten
...then. What years, i'faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to...however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more sriddy and unfinn, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn4, Than women's are. Vio. I think it... | |
 | Charlotte Anne Eaton - 1826 - 426 Seiten
...never going right. Love's Labour Lost. Too old ! — by heaven ! still let the woman take An older than herself: — so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. Cry the man mercy ! — Ix>ve him ! — Take his offer ! SHAKSPEARE. ONE morning, as Caroline St. Clair... | |
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Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost... 
