 Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever...  Century Monthly Magazine - 234 psl.1927Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 292 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore may'ft without attaint... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 psl.
...alters not, with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 psl.
...not with his brief hours »«d weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of <loom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVIU Accuse me thns; that I have scanted all Wherein I should yonr great deserts repay; Forpot upon... | |
 | 1832 - 406 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. HOLIDAY WALKS. MILTON, who passed the greater number of ais riper years in London, has thus, in the... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 522 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry than this description of the master passion.*... | |
 | Album - 1841 - 158 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKSPERE. Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round ray true heart thine arms entwine, My... | |
 | 1857 - 830 psl.
...beauties there as proud as here they be T Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet If this bo error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess 1 It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of Do... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved ; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon your... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 psl.
...alters not with his hrief hours and weeks, But hears it out even to the edge of doom. If this he error and upon me proved, I never writ nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
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