 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 psl.
...dissolve. The son. STEEVENS. Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye ofiViO fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, flyperion to a satyr :* so loving to my mother, That he. might not beteem the winds of heaven* Visit... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 psl.
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie ou'i! O fie ! 'tis an un weeded garden, That grows to seed; things...satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her faee too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? — why,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1817 - 340 psl.
...turns his thoughts on her sudden forgetfulness of his father, and the indecency of her hasty marriage. That it should come to this ! But two months dead...satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? Why she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 psl.
....-„.„....„ jscd by Ben Jonson. Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...not beteem the winds of heaven' Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 psl.
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed : things rank and gross...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. — Heaven and earth ! Must I remember... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 psl.
...uses of this world ! Fye on't Î О fye ! 'tis an uriweeded garden, That grows to всей ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That...satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not heteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 psl.
...How weary, stale, flat, and uuprofitable,) Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie ! 'tis an un weeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion If to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem'* the winds of heaven Visit her face... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 psl.
..." That cravens my weak hand." In Shakspeare's time canon (norma) was commonly spelt cannon. MALONE. Possess it merely °. That it should come to this...satyr ' : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteeme the winds of heaven 2 9 — merely.] is entirely, absolutely. STEEVENS. 1 So excellent a king... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 psl.
...cravens my weak hand." In Shakspeare's time canon (norma) was commonly spelt cannon. Possess it merely 9. That it should come to this ! But two months dead...satyr ' : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteeme the winds of heaven 2 9 — merely.] is entirely, absolutely. STEEVENS. 1 So excellent a king... | |
 | 1822 - 496 psl.
...his thoughts on her sudden forgetfulness of his father, and the indecency of her hasty marriage. — That it should come to this ! But two months dead...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven To visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember... | |
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tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother... 
