 | William Shakespeare - 1600 - 98 str.
..... Lys. How now, my love ? Why is your check so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me ! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by talc or history,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 582 str.
...Hermia. Lyf. How now, my love ? why is your cheek fo pale ? How chance the rofcs there do fade fo faft ? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Lyf. Hermia, for ought that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The courfe of true love... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 576 str.
...Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well 7 Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Lyf. Hermia, for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear...or hiftory, The courfe of true love never did run finooth ; But, either it was different in blood < Her. O crofs ! too high, to be enthrall'd to low... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 460 str.
...my love ? why is your cheek fo pale ? • How chance, the rofes there do fade to faft f -.; . tier. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Ly/. Hermia, for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by talc or hiftory, • . sl The courfe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 676 str.
...fo pale ? Her. Belike, for want of rain j which I could well Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, * Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Lyf. * Ah me, for aught that ever I could read, The courfe of true love never did run fmooth ; But, either it was different in blood Her. O crofs!—too... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 474 str.
...JOHNSON'. How chance the rofes there do fade fo faft ? Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well J Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Lyf. Ah...I could read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, Thecourfe of true love never did run fmooth. But, either it was different in blood, "War, death, or... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 494 str.
...Hermia. Lyf. How now, my love ? why is you* cheek fo pak?How chance, the rofes there do fade fo faft !'. Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Lyf. Hermia, for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The courfe of true love... | |
 | George Anne Bellamy - 1786 - 244 str.
...Shakfpere in the following beautiful lines, or from fome other caufe, 1 will- not pretead to fay : —For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear...or hiftory, The courfe of true love never did run frnooth j. But either it was different in blood j Or elfe mifgrafted in refpeft of years; Or elfe it... | |
 | George Anne Bellamy - 1786 - 248 str.
...in the following beautiful lines,. oc from fome other caufe, I will not pretend to fay :. J- Foe • For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The courfe of true lci•e never did run fmooth j But either it was different in blood ; Or elfe mifgrafted in refpecl:... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Joseph Rann - 1787 - 700 str.
...train. L\f. How now, my love ? Why is your cheek fo pale ? How chance the rofes there do fade fo faft ? Her. Belike, for want of rain •, which I could well...tempeft of mine eyes. l.yf. Ah me ! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The courfe of true love never did run fmooth.... | |
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Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her. 
