 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 psl.
...which doth ceafe to be, E'er one can fay, it lightens. Sweet, good Night, This bud of Love by Summers ripening breath, May prove a beauteous Flower when next we meet: Good Night; good Night as fweet RepofeandRtftj Come to thy Heart, as that within my Breaft. Rom. O wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 psl.
...which doth ceafe to be, Ere one can fay, it lightens Sweet, ^ood night. This bud of love byTummer's ripening breath May prove a beauteous flower, when...next we meet : Good night, good night — : — as fweet Repofe and Reft Come to thy heart, as that within my breaft ! To this likewife the Greeks alluded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 psl.
...idolatry, And I'll believe thee. > Rom. If my true heart's love— — — • Jul. Well, do not fwear — although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night ; It is too ram, too unadvis'd, too fudden, Too like the lightning which doth ceafe to be Ere one can fay, // lightens--... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 psl.
...which doth ceafe to be, Ere one can fay, it lightens. Sweet, goodnight. This bud of love by fummer's ripening breath May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet, Good night, good night — as fweet Repofe and Reft Come to thy heart, as that within my breaft ! Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 psl.
...thy gracious felf, Which is the god of my idolatry^ And I'll believe thee. Jul. Well, do not fwear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden; Too like the lightning, which doth ceafe to be, Ere one can fay,—it... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 psl.
...of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Rom If my true heart's love • Jul. Well, do not fwear — although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night ; It is too ralh, too unadvis'd, too fudden, Too like the lightning, which dothceafe to be, Ere one can fay, it... | |
 | Samuel Felton - 1787 - 400 psl.
...doth ccafe to bet Ere one can fay — It lightens. Sweet, goodnight! This bud of love, by fumrner's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night ! as fiveet repofc and reft Come to thy heart, as that within my breajl. • Rom. O, wilt thou leave me... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 psl.
...god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love — Jul. Well, do not swear; although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 psl.
...god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love — Jul. Well, do not fwear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too ralh, too unadvis'd, too fudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth ceafe to be, 3 Than tbffi tbat... | |
 | Monthly literary register - 1841 - 1092 psl.
...STORY. BY MRS. EDWARD THOMAS. " I have no joy in this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say it lightens." SHAKSPERE. IT was a beautiful afternoon, in the month of May, when Madelon and Janet Howard stepped... | |
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Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. 
