 | 1709 - 388 str.
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Mufl I remember f Why me would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ! or ere thofe (hoes were old, With which (he followed my poor father's body. Like Niobe, all tears, why me,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 str.
...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 - 1790 - 666 str.
...blowc." STCCT. Moft " Je» So, in the ; Mart I remember ? why, me would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman !-- A little month ; or ere thofe fhoes were old, With which me follow'd my poor father's body, LikeNiobe, all tears9; — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 str.
...as is defcribed in the Enterlude of the Muft I remember? why, me would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere thofe fhoes were old, With which me follow 'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;8 — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 690 str.
...as is dcfcribed in the Euterlude of the Muft I remember ? why, fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere thofe fhoes were old, With which fhe follow 'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;8 — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 str.
...is defcribcd in the Enterlude of the DT Muft I remember ? why, fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere thofe flioes were old, With which fhc follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;8 — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 str.
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Muft I remember? why, Ihe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on: And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman! A. little month ; 'or ere thofe Ihoes Were old, With which fhe follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ; — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 str.
...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 - 450 str.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 str.
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, s No jocund health,"] The King's intemperance is very strongly impressed; every thing that happens... | |
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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 That he might not beteem... 
