 | William Shakespeare - 1769 - 368 str.
...many months ere I fhall fheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and year$4 Part over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn-bufh a fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 372 str.
...many months ere I fhall fheer the fleece: '..So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, ' Paft over, to the end they were created, * Would bring...unto a quiet grave; Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn" bafh a'fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 328 str.
...; So many months ere I mall (heer' the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, Paft over, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fweet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw-thorn bu(ha fweeter made To (hepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 522 str.
...months ] Thc old cr.py rcnds/i manyyears; and So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Paft over to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah! what a life were this! how fweet' how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bum a fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their filly fheep,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 424 str.
...many months, ere I fhall fhear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks,, months and years,. Paft over,, to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how fiveet, how lovely ! Gives not the haw-thorn bum a fweeter fhade To fhepherds looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 588 str.
...many months ere I fhall ftieerthe fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Paft over to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how fweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bulh a fweeter Ihade To ftiepherds, looking on their filly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 646 str.
...So many years ere I (hall fheer the fleece 3 : * So minutes, hours, days, months, 'and years, * Pad over to the end they were created, * Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. * Ah, what a life were this ! how fweet ! how lovely ! * Gives not the hawthorn bufh a fweeter (hade * To (hepherds, looking on their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1791 - 724 str.
...h->rror of the battle, an unexpected glimpfe of rural innocence and paftoral tranquillity. 3/8 Paft over to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how fweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bufh a fweeter fhade To fliepherds, looking on their filly... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 str.
...And ukes her farewel of the g'.oriou any ! ?o minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pals'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah what a life were this ! howfwect! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bum я fwccter (hade To fhephcrds, looking on their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 str.
...; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; So many years ere I diall fheer the fleece : Pafs'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white...unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how fweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bufti a fweeter fhade To fhepherds, looking on their filly... | |
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I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will... 
