 Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever...  Sex and Common Sense - Página 64de Agnes Maude Royden - 1922 - 211 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 páginas
...bending fickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it down even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor-no man ever loved. In Praife of his Love. I "grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 páginas
...bending Tickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe,... | |
 | 1792 - 774 páginas
...bending ficUe's compafs conic ; l.ove alters not wish his brief hour» and weeks, uu: bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Accufe me thus ; that I have feinted j'.i Wherein 1 fliould... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 páginas
...bending fickle's compafs come j Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. CXVII. Accufe me thus ; that I have fcanted all Wherein... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 páginas
...bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not, with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 páginas
...bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 páginas
...bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.^ IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 páginas
...bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. I grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 páginas
...although his height be taken. • Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom : If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SONNET 145. THOSE lips, that Love's own hand did make,... | |
 | 1823 - 428 páginas
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd." We will now enable the reader to draw his own comparisons... | |
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