 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 str.
...come, If it where fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomh, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts...graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies, QUICK PREVENTION. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) TBe scorn'd, like old men of less truth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 str.
...believe my verse, in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. Jf I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces ; The age to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 str.
...believe my vers.e, in time to come. If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho" yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life,...faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn 'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poetls rage, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 str.
...worth, nor outward FAIK,J See p. 2W, n. 6. MALONE. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn 'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 str.
...And you must live, drawn by your own sWeet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though.... it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shews not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 str.
...most live, drawn by your own sweet skill. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were lill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows,...hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I nould write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 str.
...believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? • Portrait. ' Beauty. Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your paits. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, • And in fresh numbers number all your graces ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 str.
...you must live , drawn by your own sweet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come , If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though...ne'er touch'd earthly faces." So should my papers , ycllow'd with their age , Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 str.
...give away yourself, keeps yourself still ; And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. — 16. Though yet Heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which...touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papera, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue; And your true... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 str.
...high deserts ! Though yet Heaven knows it is bat as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not hilf your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes,...This poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd carthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth... | |
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If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would... 
