 | William Shakespeare - 1861 - 352 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded IT the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 404 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross...not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Ii Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 Seiten
...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely, t That it should come to this ! But two months dead...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... | |
 | John Conolly - 1863 - 220 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross...not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Soem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on Ч ! О, fie ! Ч is an unweeded m Shakespeare beteemb the winds of heaven Visit her face too'roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she... | |
 | Sir Thomas Hanmer - 1864 - 72 Seiten
...stale, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the Uses of this World ! Fie on't ! Oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded Garden, That grows to Seed ; Things rank and gross...that was to this, Hyperion to a Satyr : So Loving to ray Mother, That he would not let e'en the Winds of Heav'n Visit her Face too roughly. Heaven and Earth... | |
 | esq Henry Jenkins - 1864 - 800 Seiten
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O ! fye : 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank and gross...excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr. — Act 1, Sc. 2. Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. TTamJet. I pray thee, do not... | |
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tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother... 
