 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 páginas
...was the nightingale. . Romeo and Juliet, A. 3, S. 5. O, my love ! toy wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : ; ,i ,*'• Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 páginas
...? which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I s1» Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 páginas
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning8 ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty 9 : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet 1; critnfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 páginas
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning > — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : 1'hou art not conquei'dj beauty's enfign yet Is ci inn'on in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 452 páginas
...lightning before death : O, how may I Dall this a lightning ? O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : fhou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet . Is crimfbn in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 páginas
...triumphant grave, For here lies Juliet — Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath suckt the honey of my breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 páginas
...triumphant grave, For here lies Juliet— Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath suckt the honey of my breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou art not conqner'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 páginas
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 páginas
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | 1817 - 552 páginas
...pathetically exclaimed — " O, my love! my wife! Death that hath suek'd the honey of thy breath, Kml, had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquered — beauty's enugn yet It crimaon on thy lips."— voL. lit. f * Beauty!— no, hang mt, if it istho'a A vaunt,... | |
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O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 
