 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 trang
...Face too roughly. Heav'n and Earth ! Muft I remember? — why (he would hang on him, As if increafe of Appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet within...me not think on't-— Frailty, thy Name is Woman: ±37^ Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. A little Month ! or e'er thefe Shooes were old* With which ftie follow'd... | |
 | Tatler - 1754 - 338 trang
...Heaven and Earth f Muft 1 remember ? Why jhe would hang on him, As if Increafe of Appetite hadgro'ivn By what it fed on : And yet, within a Month ! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy Name is Woman ! A little Month f Or ier thoje Shoes were old, With which jhe followed... | |
 | 1764 - 216 trang
...face too roughly. Heav'n and •earth! Muft I remember ? Why fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By 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 thofe fhoes were old With which me follow'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1766 - 620 trang
...heauen and earth Muft I remember, why fhe fhould hang on him As if increafe of appetite had growne By what it fed on, and yet within a month, Let me not thinke on't ; frailty thy name is woman A little month. On ere thofe fhooes were old With which fhe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 trang
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Muft I remember ? Why, fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy nnme is Woman! A little month -, or ere thole fboes were old, With which fhe follow'd... | |
 | 1709 - 388 trang
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Mufl I remember f Why me 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 (hoes were old, With which (he followed my poor father's body. Like Niobe, all tears, why me,... | |
 | William Richardson - 1774 - 220 trang
...finally, by a flinging reflection on the Queen's inconftancy : Why, flie would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month— This affefts him fo feverely, that he ftrives to obliterate the idea : Let me not think on't— •... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 288 trang
...Heaven and earth ! IVJuft I remember f — why, Die would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite hud grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a month...Frailty thy name is woman : A little month ! — or ere thofe fhoes were old, With which fhe follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niohe, all tears — Why... | |
 | 1784 - 1282 trang
...face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! muft I remember ? why, fhe would Hang on him, as if encreafeof appetite Had grown by what it fed on — and yet Within a year ! — Let me not think. ' Diftraftion almoft accompanies it. — Oh ! that this foul deed could... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 trang
...Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 4. • Heaven and earth ! Muft I remember ? why, me would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it. fed on : and yet,...me not think on't ; — frailty, thy name is woman! Hamlet, A. i, S. 2. A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of... | |
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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 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must... 
