 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 loved.  American Quarterly Review - 425 psl.redagavo - 1836Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 psl.
...With'his bending fickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it down 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 his Love. I "grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 psl.
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs 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 loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore may'ft without attaint... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 psl.
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs 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 meprov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. * — to lie marriage oft me minds—'] To the fympathetick... | |
 | 1792 - 774 psl.
...liis bending ficUe's compafs conic ; l.ove alters not wish his brief hour» and weeks, uu: bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Accufe me thus ; that I have feinted j'.i Wherein 1 fliould... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 psl.
...Within his bending fickle's compafs come j 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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. CXVII. Accufe me thus ; that I have fcanted all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 psl.
...bark, Whose worth's unknown, altho' his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, tho' rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come :...bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error,and upon me prov'd, IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. I GRANT thou wert not marry'd... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 psl.
...Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool ' ; though rosy lips, and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come :...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 - 1808 - 224 psl.
...bark, Whose worth's unknown, altho' his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, tho' rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come :...to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 psl.
...[taken. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be Love 'snot Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ;...bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be crrour, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. SONNET CXVII. Accost me thus ; that... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 psl.
...Whose worth's unknown, although his height be Love 's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheek* Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters...bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be crrour, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. SONNET CXVII. ACCUSE me thus; that... | |
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