 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 psl.
...mother, That he might not beteem 6 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and eaith ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if...me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 1 The quarto of 1003 roads : — " The rouse the king shall drink unto the prince." A rouse appears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 psl.
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion0 to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 Like Niobe, all tears ; — why she, even she, — 0 heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 psl.
...king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem § the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ; — why she, even she, — O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 psl.
...; that was, to this, — Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem § the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had gro\yn By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; Frailty, thy name is... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 psl.
...t so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. 3. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? — Why, she would...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month — 4. Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is Woman ' A little month ! or... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 psl.
...this ! Hesperion to a satyr ! So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. — Heaven and Earth !...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, (Like Niobe all tears,) — Married with my uncle, My father's brother, — but no more like my father... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 psl.
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion' to a satyr : to loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' sencrantz, «>nl (iuildenstern. Itui ' I like him not ; nor stands it safe on'tj — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | J H. Aitken - 1853 - 378 psl.
...I remember — why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't —...month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she fbllow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — she married with my uncle, My father's brother,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 psl.
...not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? whv, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think oii't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | Norman Austin - 2010 - 280 psl.
...the flawless love between his father and mother— so loving to my mother. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on—. Should we doubt this son's idyllic memory of his parent's matrimonial concord? Even mindful of the... | |
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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty,... 
