 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 psl.
...: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit her face too rouahly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...me not think on't ;— Frailty, thy name is woman ! — Л little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 psl.
...excellent a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : yet, within a month, — Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ! or ere... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...leaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ! why, she would hang on hjn, er, Have wamicr'd with our traveri'd anus, • and...the time is Hush t When crouching marrow, in the I — A little month : or ere those shoes were old. With which she follow'tl my poor father's body.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 psl.
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion3 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 - 1836 - 534 psl.
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion 5 to a satyr ; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 6 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — i The quarto of 1603 reads :— « The rouse the king shall drink unto the prince." A route appears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 psl.
...Heaven and earth ! M mt I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown Bv what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, I.iko Niobe, all tear«; — why she, even she, — 0 heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 psl.
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion 5 to a satyr ; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 6 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — f 1 The quarto of 1603 reads :— " The rouse the king shall drink unto the prince." A rouse... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 psl.
...a 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....— A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, 4 And the king's ROUSE — ] ie earouse : the word " rouse " was often used : and Brand, in his " Popular... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 psl.
...to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven8 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...— A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, • And the king's ROUSE — ] ie carouse: the word "rouse" was often used: and Brand, in his " Popular... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 psl.
...a 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...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
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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,... 
