 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 572 trang
...many Months e'er I (hall iheer the Fleece: So Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, and Years, Pi ft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet Grave. Ah! what a Life were this? how fweet, how lovely? Gives not the Haw-thorn Bulb a Tweeter fhade To Shepherds, looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1714 - 458 trang
...So many Months ere 1 (hall (heer the Fleece: So Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months and Years, Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white Hairs unto a quiet Grave. Ah! what a Lite were this? how fwcet, how lovely? Gives not the Haw-thorn Bufh a fweeter (hade To Shepherds, looking... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 530 trang
...many months, ere I fhall fheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...a quiet grave. ," Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw-thorn bufh a fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 trang
...many months, ere I (hall (heer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. Pail over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw-thorn bum a fweetar (hade To (hepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 trang
...So many months ere I mall fheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw thorn bufh a fweeter made To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 372 trang
...So many months ere I fliall flieer the Heece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this I how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw-thorn bufli a fweeter fliade To fliepherds looking on their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 trang
...many months, ere 1 mall (heer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely I Gives not the haw- thorn bu(ha fweeter (hade To (hepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 trang
...many months, ere I fhall fheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely !' Gives not the haw-thorn bufh a fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 500 trang
...many months ere 1 fhall ftieer the fleece -, So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweer, how lovely \ Gives not the haw-thorn bufh a fweeter flude To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 420 trang
...many months, ere I lhall Ihear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely J Gives not the haw-thorn bufh a fweeter (hade To mepherds looking on their filly... | |
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Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep Than doth a rich embroider'd... 
