 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 str.
...With'his bending fickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it down even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor-no man ever loved. In Praife of his Love. I "grant thou wert not marry'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 str.
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs 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 loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 str.
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs 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 meprov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. * — to lie marriage oft me minds—'] To the fympathetick... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 str.
...Within his bending fickle's compafs come j 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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. CXVII. Accufe me thus ; that I have fcanted all Wherein I mould... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 str.
...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 loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 str.
...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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd to my muse,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 str.
...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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.^ IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd to my muse,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 str.
...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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my muse,... | |
 | 1814 - 286 str.
...sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief Hours and Weeks; But bears it out e'en to the Day of Doom. If this be Error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no Man ever lov'd. * WORKS. VOL. ix. Anno 1714. XCVII. BY MRS. CHARLES MATTHEWS. TO THE EVENING STAR. (II.) BRIGHT Star... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 str.
...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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd." Son. 116. Of a lighter though more glowing cast of poetry, both... | |
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Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. 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... 
