 No, sir," quoth he, "Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock. Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.  A History of English Poetry - Pagina 109door William John Courthope - 1903Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 454 pagina’s
...wifely, it is ten a clock : Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And fo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 502 pagina’s
...wifely, it is ten a clock : ' Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags; ' 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine, ' And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; 'And lo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, * And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, * And thereby hangs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1920 - 172 pagina’s
...he, "Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a dial from his poke, 20 And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very...was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; 25 And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 452 pagina’s
...wifely, it is ten a clock : Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And fo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs... | |
 | William Hawkins - 1758 - 420 pagina’s
...wifely, it is Ten o'Clock : " Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags : " 'Tis but an Hour ago fmce it was Nine ; " And after one Hour more 'twill be Eleven ; " And fo from Hour to Hour we ripe and ripe ; " And then from Hour to Hour we rot and rot ; " And thereby... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 582 pagina’s
...fool, quoth I — No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, 'till heaven bath fent me fortune ; And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-luftre eye, Says, very wifely, it is. ten a-clock: Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 454 pagina’s
...Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Si r^ quoth he, Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath fent me fortune; And then he drew a dial from his poke,. And looking o'n it with lack-luftre eye, Says, very wifejy, it is ten a clock: Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags';'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 572 pagina’s
...fool, quoth I — No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, 'till heaVn hath fent me fortune j And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with Iack~Uiftre eye, Says, very wifety, it is ten a-clock ; Thus'may we fee, quoth he, how the world w^gs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 368 pagina’s
...wifely, it is ten a clock; Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And fo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, Jag. A fool, a fool;—I met a fool i' th' foreft, A motley... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1769 - 374 pagina’s
...wifely, It is ten o'clock: ' Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags : ' 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine, ' And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; * And fo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, 1 And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, ' And thereby hangs... | |
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