 | Edward Duke - 1837 - 686 Seiten
...Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, Sir, quoth he, Cull me not fool, 'till heaven hath tent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world ways... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 Seiten
...lT<rad-morrow,fool, quoth I : Ko, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune: 0 lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, /( is ten o'clock : Tkaj may tee lee, quoth he, how the world tcagi... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 Seiten
...Good morrow, fool, quoth I ; No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven have sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-luster eye, Says, very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see," quoth he, " how the world... | |
 | Jones Very - 1839 - 202 Seiten
...Good-morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 362 Seiten
...Good-morrow, fool ! ' quoth I : ' No, sir,' quoth he, ' Call me not fool, till Heaven hath sent me fortune:'3 And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, ' It is ten o'clock. 1 Made up. * The fool was anciently dressed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 Seiten
...Good-morrow, fool !' quoth I : ' No, sir,' quoth he, ' Call me not fool, till Heaven hath sent me fortune :'» And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, ' It is ten o'clock. 1 Made up. ' The fool was anciently dressed... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 560 Seiten
...Good-morrow, fool," quoth I : " No, sir," quoth he, " Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see," quoth he, " how the world... | |
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1917 - 360 Seiten
...morrow, fool," quoth I. " No, sir," quoth he, " Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune " : And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, " how the world... | |
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Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale. 
