 | William Shakespeare - 1714 - 458 psl.
...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 - 1745 - 508 psl.
...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...were this ! how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw thorn bufh a fweeter made To fhepherds looking on their filly fheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 372 psl.
...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 psl.
...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...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 (heep, Than doth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 500 psl.
...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 psl.
...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...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 ftieep, Than doth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 424 psl.
...many months, ere I fhall fhear 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 fiveet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw-thorn bum a fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 476 psl.
...many months ere I shall sheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 psl.
...And ukes her farewel of the g'.oriou any ! ?o minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pals'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah what a life were this ! howfwect! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bum я fwccter (hade To fhephcrds, looking on their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 470 psl.
...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...Ah, what a life were this ! how fweet ! how lovely I Gives not the hawthorn bufh a fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their Ally fheep, Than doth a... | |
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So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will... 
