 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 728 str.
...O, what a happy title do I find, Happy to have thy love, happy to die I But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot ? Thou mayst be false, and yet...fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose ! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 722 str.
...O, what a happy title do I find, Happy to have thy love, happy to die ! But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot ? Thou mayst be false, and yet...the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Uoth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose ! That tongue... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 736 str.
...sweetness tell. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show ! xcrv. They that have power to hurt and will do none, That...fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose ! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 336 str.
...sweetness tell. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show ! They that have power to hurt, and will do none ; That...by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse tnan weeds. xcv. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame. Which, like a canker in the fragrant... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 str.
...depend : Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind, Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie. Oh, what a happy title do I find ! Happy to have thy love,...fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! Oh, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose ! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, (Making... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 str.
...most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,— They are the lords and owners of their faces. Others,...their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay! for... | |
 | 1890 - 366 str.
...faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,Though to itself it only live and die ; ' But if that flower...their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. W. Shakespeare THE LOVERS APPEAL And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! for shame,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 str.
...strange ; But Heaven in thy creation did decree, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whatever thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks...fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name I Oh, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose ! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 str.
...strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell ; AVhate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks...things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester emell far worse than weeds. xcv. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker... | |
 | 1863 - 982 str.
...flatter ; In sleep, a king ; but waking, no such matter. W. Shakespeare XXXII THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION THEY that have power to hurt, and will do none, That...their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL AND wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! for shame; To save... | |
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They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense;... 
