 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 548 pagina’s
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus • that I have scanted! all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 546 pagina’s
...Within his bending sickle's compass come; Ijove alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus; that I have scan ted J all Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 484 pagina’s
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | 1853 - 560 pagina’s
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SlIAKSPEAUE. mrafrs. NOR rural sights alone, but rural... | |
 | Edwin Owen Jones - 1853 - 258 pagina’s
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."* A parallel to this in Milton's works is to be found... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 pagina’s
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. DECEIT OF ORNAMENT. THE world is still deceiv'd with oruament.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 280 pagina’s
...Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 117 Accuse me thus; that I have scanted all Wherein I... | |
 | 1856 - 754 pagina’s
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error , and...upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. cxxvm: How oft , when thou, my music , music play'st,' Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With... | |
 | John Timbs - 1856 - 374 pagina’s
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Shakspcare. DXXXIV. When a king asked Euclid, the mathematician, whether he could not explain his art... | |
 | 1856 - 372 pagina’s
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Shakspeare. DXXXIV. When a king asked Euclid, the mathematician, whether he could not explain his art... | |
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Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error... 
