 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 548 trang
...when Love fpeaks the voice of all the Gods, (34) Mark, Heaven drowfie with the harmony ! Never durft Poet touch a pen to write^ Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. _ From womens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 454 trang
...eithet aftually ufed, or its Power dcfciib'd, 'tis . always laid to be tor thefe Ends. Never durft Poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. • From womens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 352 trang
...And when love fpeaks, the voice of all the Gods, Makes heaven drowfie with the harmony. Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravi(h favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 452 trang
...ufed, or its Power defprib'd,. 'tis " always fold to be for thefe Ends. K 5 Never Never durft'Poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs<; O, -then his lines would ravi(h favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. • From womens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 454 trang
...dcicriiied, 'tis alway« faid to be for thefe End.s. Mark, Heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durft Poet touch a pen to write,'-:'; Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs $ O, then his lines would ravim favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1766 - 450 trang
...when Love fpeaks the voice of all the Gods (4), Mark, Heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durft Poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs j O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants inild humility. From women's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 454 trang
...obvious to every underftanding reader. The fine and Mark, heaven drowfy with the harmony! Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1769 - 374 trang
...And when Love fpeaks the voice of all th; gods, Mark, heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's fighs ; O then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. • From womens'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 378 trang
...And when Love fpeaks rhe voice of all the gods, Mark, heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durfl poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's fighs; O then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 494 trang
...ike element oftbtjty ta a calm, ey tbeir barma«ious applaufis of tbii favturtd orator, Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifli favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. — From womens'... | |
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Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's... 
