The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 154
... dost thou mean To stifle beauty , and to steal his breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? " If he be dead , -O no , it cannot be , Seeing his beauty , thou shouldst strike at it ...
... dost thou mean To stifle beauty , and to steal his breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? " If he be dead , -O no , it cannot be , Seeing his beauty , thou shouldst strike at it ...
Strana 250
... dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy ? Nature's bequest gives nothing , but doth lend , And being frank she lends to those are free . Then , beauteous niggard , why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give ...
... dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy ? Nature's bequest gives nothing , but doth lend , And being frank she lends to those are free . Then , beauteous niggard , why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give ...
Strana 305
... dost thou make the shame , Which , like a canker in the fragrant rose , Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! O , in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose ! That tongue that tells the story of thy days , Making lascivious comments ...
... dost thou make the shame , Which , like a canker in the fragrant rose , Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! O , in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose ! That tongue that tells the story of thy days , Making lascivious comments ...
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