 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 páginas
...your head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time; 22 Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?...And call it cunning : do, an if you will; If Heaven he pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes,... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - 348 páginas
...hand at midnight held your head, And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where...my love was crafty love, And call it cunning : do, and if you -\vill : If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 páginas
...hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief1? Or, What good love may I perform for you? Many a poor...call it cunning : do, an if you will ; If Heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Charles John Kean - 1846 - 76 páginas
...the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Saying, What lack you 1 and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may...call it cunning ; do, an if you will. If Heaven be pleased that you* must use me ill, Why, then, you must. Will you put out mine eyes ] These eyes, that... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1846 - 540 páginas
...hand at midnight held your head, And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where...lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you j But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 736 páginas
...with my hand nt midnight held your head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and imon s thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush...chastisement. That we may praise thee in thy victory ! bo pleas'd that you will use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 páginas
...the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheerM up the heavy time ; Sayiog, What lack you 7 and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may...lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you j But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 574 páginas
...hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where...call it cunning ; do, an if you will ; If Heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 456 páginas
...cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may 1 perform for you ? , Many a poor man's son would have...call it cunning ; do, an if you will : If heaven be pleas 'd that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. — Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 páginas
...to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies vour grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ?...service had a prince. Nay, you may think, my love was trafty love, And call it cunning : Do, an if you will : If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill,... | |
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Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if... 
