 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 496 psl.
...years ere I shall shear the fleece : " So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, " Pass'd over to the end they were created, " Would bring white...a quiet grave. , " Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! " Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade " To shepherds, looking on their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 556 psl.
...years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Passed over to the end they were created, * Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * To shepherds looking on their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 646 psl.
...years ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minutes, hours, day», week«, months, and year«, * Passed non, Neslor shall applyT Thy latest words. In the reproof of chaace Lies crave. * Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet! now lovely! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 psl.
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 804 psl.
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minntes, hours, days, weeks, months, aud years, Pass'd over to the end they were created. Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ají, what a life were this ! how «weet Г how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 psl.
...of oblivion. 26 — iv. 5. 278 Time, the effects of. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 23— ii. 4. 279 . Mortality. There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys : renown, and grace,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1839 - 490 psl.
...many years ere I shall sheer the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah! what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 554 psl.
...* Passed over to the end they were created, * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade * Than doth a rich, embroidered canopy... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 psl.
...of oblivion. 26 — iv. 5. 278 Time, the effects of. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 23— ii. 4. 279 Mortality. There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 428 psl.
...years ere I shall shear the fleece : " So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, " Pass'd over to the end they were created, " Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. " Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! " Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade " To shepherds, looking on their... | |
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So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will... 
