 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 psl.
...thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book ! ROMEO'S LAST SPEECH OVER JULIET IN THE TOMB. O, my love! my wife! ' Death, that hath suck'd the...beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in ttiy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 448 psl.
...merry ? which their keepers call A lightning hefore death : O, how may I Call this a lightning?— O, my love! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy hreath, Hath had no power yet upou thy heanty: Thou art not conquer'd; heanty's ensign yet Is crimson... | |
 | 1829 - 48 psl.
...merry? which (heir keepers call A lightning hefore death : O, how may 1 Call this a lightning ? — О , my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey...cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O, what more favour can I do to thee , Than with... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 psl.
...merry ? which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Callthis a lightning ? — 0, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not coDQucr'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's palé Пас... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 psl.
...been merry ? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning ? d —O, my love! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.— Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? 0, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 psl.
...merry ? which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ?d — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 psl.
...merry ? which their keepers call Л lightning before death : O, how may 1 Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, I lath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not eonquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 psl.
...merry ? which their keeper« call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call Ibis a lightning ? — O, my love! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breauV Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's eneign yet Is crimson... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...their keepers call A lightning before death : Oh ! how may | ^all this a lightning f — O my love I t was ; But that is lost, for being Richard's friend,...madam, you must call him Rutland now : I am in parli comjuer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and In thy cheeks", And death's pale flat*... | |
 | William Joseph Battersby - 1833 - 388 psl.
...is on her lips a spirit of life, and' •on her cheek a glow of beauty. " Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there." '** While a plank of the vessel sticks together, I will not •leave her — let the courtier present... | |
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O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 
