 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 páginas
...follows* Here is your Husband, like a Mildew'd Ear, Blafting his wholefome Brother. Have you Eyes? Could you on this fair Mountain leave to feed, And batten on this Moore? Ha! have you Eyes? You cannot call it Love; for at your Age, The hey-day in the Blood is tame,... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 348 páginas
...follows ; Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blafting his wholfome Brother. Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moore.? ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love ; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 páginas
...contract : naftlj, a ftlemn promift vr ingagemtnt. BJafting his wholefome brother. Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moore? ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love ; for at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 436 páginas
...followr;,. Here is your hufband, like a mildew'd ear, Blafting his wholefome brother. Have you eyes ?. . Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And...moor ? ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it Love ; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,. And. waits upon the judgment ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 páginas
...follows; Here* is your hulband, like a mildew'd ear, Blafting his wholefdme brother. Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And...moor ? ha! have you eyes ? You cannot call it Love; for, at your age, is, I think, not fo ftriking as triflful, which was, I fuppofe, chofen at the revifal.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 páginas
...follows j Here is your hufband, like a mildew'd ear, Blafting his wholefome brother. Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And...moor ? ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it Love ; for, at your age, is, I think, not fo ftriking as iriftful, which was, I fuppofe, chofcn at -the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 páginas
...Pofitura imiiabitur atlus, Which I thinn. may be thus rcnder'd ; Still let the Jilftit altitude be'ray Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And...moor ? ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it Love ; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Would ftep from this to this ? Senfs,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 462 páginas
...iaid the Sun was thau^htfu.h at 1'at afl. She fays, That roanjp loud, it tlaindtn to the indies. Warb. And batten on this moor? ha! have you eyes ? You cannot call it Love; for, at your age, The hey-day in the bloom is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 páginas
...follows, Here Is your hufband, like a mildew'dh ear, Blafting his wholefome ' brother. Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And...moor ? ha ? have you eyes ? You cannot call it love ; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humbls, And waits upon the judgment ; and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 páginas
...Here is your hufband, like a mildew'd ear, [lows; Blafting his v\-holfome brother. Have you eyes?. Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, . And...moor ? ha ! have you eyes ! You cannot call it love ; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, 'tis humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and... | |
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Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame... 
