 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 str.
...is defcribcd in the Enterlude of the DT Muft I remember ? why, fhe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet,...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 - 728 str.
...as is defcribed in the Enterlude of the Muft I remember? why, me would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet,...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;8 — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 str.
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Muft I remember? why, Ihe would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on: And yet,...Frailty, thy name is woman! A. little month ; 'or ere thofe Ihoes Were old, With which fhe follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ; — why... | |
 | Longinus - 1800 - 238 str.
...so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember ? — why, she would hang...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet within a month Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month — or ere those... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1801 - 364 str.
...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Mult I remember ? 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 1 A little month ! Or ere thofe fhoes were old, With whish fhe followed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 str.
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion4 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem5 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 8 Draught. 9 Report. ' Dissolve. * Law. 3 Entirely, + Apollo. s Suffer. A little month ; or ere... | |
 | 1804 - 450 str.
...a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...— Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month ! or e'er those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears, why... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 str.
...so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember !— Why she would hang on him , As if increase of appetite had grown -jj». By what it fed on : yet within a month i-^ Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is Woman!... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 str.
...that was to this, [two : Hyperion to a satyr ' : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown 10 By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on Ч :— — Frailty, thy name... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 str.
...But two months dead! — nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on'tl^-Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
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Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother... 
