 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 páginas
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angcr'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Sen. This wind, you talk... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 páginas
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, [6] Kisting-comfin.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 páginas
...; Thou talk's! of nothing. Mer, True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle braiir, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin...as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd. puflfe away from thence, [6] Kissing-comfitS'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 480 páginas
...carriage.8 This, this is she — ROM. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. MER. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,9 Turning his face1 to the dew-dropping south. BEN. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 páginas
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooel Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, pufls away from thence, Turning his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 páginas
...very Mab. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew -dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 páginas
...carriage. This, this is she — Horn. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Johnson, George Steevens - 1820 - 472 páginas
...children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy i ' Which is as thin of substance as the airi And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even...of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,4 Turning his face5 to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 páginas
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 414 páginas
...carriage. This, this is she— Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. . Me.r. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who woes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, ' [6] Kisring-annfits.... | |
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True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind... 
