 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 psl.
...dying fall : O, it camic o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, . Stealing, and giving odour.— Enough ; no more ) Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. 0 spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou t That, notwithstanding thy capacity 10 Ka-cwah... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 psl.
...a dying fall: O, it caifle o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.— Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 psl.
...of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.—Enough; no more; Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! That,...capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, But falls into abatement and low price, Of what validity' and pitch soever, Even in a minute !• so... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 psl.
...had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 954 psl.
...or containing any thine. Had our palace the capacity To camp this host, we would all sup together. Notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, Dut falb into abatement and low price. Siaiifcrrr. For they that most and greatest things embi... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 psl.
...had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou t That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 psl.
...had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receivelh... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 psl.
...had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the swett south. That breathes upon a bulk of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; Tis not so sweet now, as it was beiore. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou : That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 440 psl.
...violets, Stealing, and giving odour. [Music. Enough — no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! That,...Of what validity and pitch soever, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute ! so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 psl.
...of violets, Stealing and giving adour. — Enough, no more, Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That,...Of what validity and pitch soever, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute ! so full of shapes is Fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.... | |
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O spirit of love ! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea... 
