 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 - 1843 - 596 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 all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 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 all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 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 all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | Ruling passion - 1845 - 1156 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours, and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be em r, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved ! Piercie read with some expression, but Dor» now arose, and walked away. At the open window, looking... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 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. — 116. Accuse me thus; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserte repay; Forget... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 484 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 - 1851 - 446 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 all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 484 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 all Wherein I should your great deserts repay; Forgot upon... | |
 | 1853 - 560 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. SlIAKSPEAUE. mrafrs. NOR rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The... | |
 | Edwin Owen Jones - 1853 - 258 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."* A parallel to this in Milton's works is to be found in the well-known sonnet to the memory of his deceased... | |
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