 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 str.
...excellent a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 str.
...that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: (47) so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem (48) the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.' 49 ' And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little... | |
 | 1822 - 496 str.
...to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven To visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...fed on : and yet within, a month ! Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman 1 A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 str.
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion6 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That be might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 862 str.
...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...fed on : and yet, within a month ! Let me not think on't— Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 414 str.
...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...appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within * month ! . Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month! or ere those shoes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 str.
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion6 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old. With which... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 str.
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ! — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 str.
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion§ to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem || the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ;— Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 str.
...king; that was, to this, Hyperion§ to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem|) the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on: And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is woA little month; orere those shoes were old, [man!— With which she... | |
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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy... 
