 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those...  The British Essayists: Tatler - Strana 5upravili: - 1823Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1709 - 388 str.
...Why me would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month ! Let me not think on't— 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 - 1780 - 288 str.
...why, Die would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite hud grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a month ?— Let me not think on't ; — 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 Niohe, all tears — Why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 str.
...why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not 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,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 478 str.
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 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 str.
...why, me would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't ; — 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, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 str.
...hang on him, As if ¡ncreafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month,IJet me not think on't ; frailty, thy name is woman !— A little month ; or ere thofe (hots were old, With which (he follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears :— why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 str.
...why, fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — 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 - 1793 - 696 str.
...why, {he would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; — 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;" — why... | |
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