 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 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.  Shakespeare's Hamlet - Pagina 55door William Shakespeare - 1903 - 274 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Tatler - 1754 - 338 pagina’s
...Heaven and Earth f Muft 1 remember ? Why jhe would hang on him, As if Increafe of Appetite hadgro'ivn By what it fed on : And yet, within a Month ! Let...on't—Frailty, thy Name is Woman ! A little Month f Or ier thoje Shoes were old, With which jhe followed my poor Father's Body, Like Niobe, all Tears,... | |
 | 1764 - 216 pagina’s
...Heav'n and •earth! Muft 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...on't—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 ; why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 pagina’s
...Heaven and earth ! Muft 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 nnme is Woman! A little month -, or ere thole fboes were old, With which fhe follow'd my poor father's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 pagina’s
...That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must 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 name is woman!—... | |
 | Longinus - 1800 - 238 pagina’s
...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 By what it fed on ; yet within a month Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pagina’s
...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...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 name is woman... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pagina’s
...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, That...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 name is woman!... | |
 | 1804 - 450 pagina’s
...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...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 name is woman! A... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 pagina’s
...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 - 1805 - 486 pagina’s
...a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...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 name is woman!... | |
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