The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 106
... sorrow Must not be measured by his worth , for then It hath no end . Siw . Had he his hurts before ? Rosse . Ay , on the front . Sir . Why , then , God's soldier be he ! Had I as many sons as I have hairs , I would not wish them to a ...
... sorrow Must not be measured by his worth , for then It hath no end . Siw . Had he his hurts before ? Rosse . Ay , on the front . Sir . Why , then , God's soldier be he ! Had I as many sons as I have hairs , I would not wish them to a ...
Strana 156
William Shakespeare Q. D.. Both crystals , where they view'd each other's sorrow , Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry ; But like a stormy day , now wind , now rain , Sighs dry her cheeks , tears make them wet again ...
William Shakespeare Q. D.. Both crystals , where they view'd each other's sorrow , Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry ; But like a stormy day , now wind , now rain , Sighs dry her cheeks , tears make them wet again ...
Strana 224
... sorrow writ uncertainly . By this short schedule Collatine may know Her grief , but not her grief's true quality ... sorrow that we hear : Deep sounds make lesser noise than shal low fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of ...
... sorrow writ uncertainly . By this short schedule Collatine may know Her grief , but not her grief's true quality ... sorrow that we hear : Deep sounds make lesser noise than shal low fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of ...
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