 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 - 232 psl.redagavo - 1927Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 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. cxvn. Accuse me thus; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 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 J all Wherein I should your great deserts repay.; Forgot... | |
 | 1863 - 438 psl.
...not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : — If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. IV. Shakespeare XXIV A DITTY MY true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one to the... | |
 | Life-lights - 1864 - 344 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. W. SHAKSPEARE, 1564-1616. — Sonnets. TO MARY IN HEAVEN. THOU lingering star, with lessening ray,... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours or 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. SHAKESPEARE. SEE THE CHARIOT AT HAND. SONG. |EE the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth... | |
 | 1864 - 606 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.' — Sonnet 119. A most perfectly apposite discourse on the loves of Southampton and Elizabeth Vernon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 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. SONNET CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 624 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. cxvn. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon... | |
 | 1866 - 396 psl.
...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. ABSENCE. EING your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and time of your desire ? I have... | |
 | 1866 - 522 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. OH, WEEP NOT, LADY, FOB. THY LOVE. OH, weep not, lady, for thy love, Though absent far from thee, (The... | |
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