 | William Shakespeare - 1750 - 336 str.
...compunctious vifitings pf nature \ ' Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' efi'eit and it ! Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters ! Where-ever in your fightlefs fubftances Yon wait on nature's mifehief. Come, thick night... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 510 str.
...compunftious vifitings of nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' effeft, and it. Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters! Where-ever in your fightlefs iubltnnces You wait on nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 360 str.
...compunctio\is vifitings of nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' effect, and it. Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring miniflers ! Where-ever in your fightlefs fubftances * You wait on nature's mifchief—Come, thick night!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 str.
...compunctious vifitings of nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' effeit, and it. Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters I Where-eyer in your fightlefs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. — Come, thick... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 str.
...andfarewel. 333 \ Glamis thou art, and Cawdor ; and shalt be ' What thou art promis'd : — Yet do I fear thy nature ; [ It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, • '• To catch the nearest way : thou would''st be great ; Art not without ambition ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 str.
...heart, and farewel. . 333 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor ; and shalt be What thou art promis'd : — Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way : thou would'st be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 694 str.
...Cymkeliae You »re deceiv'd, my lord, this is Monfieur Parolles, the gallant militaril M'i Well H&. Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindnefs Macb — Come to my woman's breads, and take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters lb •— The milk thou fuck'ft from her... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 str.
...their prefent pleafure, And fo rebel to judgment. Ibid. AI Sc. 5. MACBETH 's CHARACTER. • Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindnefs, To catch the neareft way : thou would ft be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illnefs... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 str.
...mould be women And yet your beards forbid me to inteiprct That you are fo. MacbetVt Temper. Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindncfs, To catch the neareft way : thouwouldft be great Art not without ambition, but without The... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 str.
...compunctious vifitings of nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters, Wherever in your fightlefs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief! Come, thick night,... | |
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Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not... 
