 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 - Seite 420von William Shakespeare - 1824Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 348 Seiten
...to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her lace too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why...what it fed on : and yet, within a month ! Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman t A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 Seiten
...king; that was, to this, .Hyperion to a satyr :9 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 Richardson - 1812 - 468 Seiten
...excellent a king, that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That ht 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... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 Seiten
...King, that was, to this, (23) 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...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month, • Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month! or ere... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 Seiten
...King, that was, to this, (23) 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...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month, Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ! or ere those... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1817 - 340 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 Seiten
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion * to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he miglit notbeteem 3 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 - 1818 - 348 Seiten
...:* so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven' Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...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... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 348 Seiten
...to this, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Hyperion to asatyr: so loving to my mother, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...what it fed on : and yet, within a month! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month ! nr ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 Seiten
...that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: (47) so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem (48) the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.' 49 ' And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little... | |
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