 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if...think on't ; Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little mouth ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, 340 Like Niobe,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion4 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem5 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 8 Draught. 9 Report. ' Dissolve. * Law. 3 Entirely, + Apollo. s Suffer. A little month ; or ere... | |
 | 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 450
...a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...— Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month ! or e'er those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears, why... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...'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!...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on'tl^-Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her lace too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? Why...Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman t A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she t'ollow'd my poor father's body, Like... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - عدد الصفحات: 420
...two months dead ! — nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, flyperion to a satyr :* so loving to my mother, That he. might...! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As it' increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 378
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion * to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he miglit notbeteem 3 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... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...to this, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Hyperion to asatyr: so loving to my mother, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...fed on : and yet, within a month! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month ! nr ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 558
...emendation, stated untruly that all the old copies which he had seen, read beteene. His emendation As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed...month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow' d my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears3 ; — why she, even she, — (O heaven ! a... | |
 | 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 496
...to this, 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...Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman 1 A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like... | |
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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... 
