 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 pàgines
...fklll, Who will believe my verfe, in'time to come, If it were fill'd with your moft high deferts ? Tho' yet, heaven knows, it -is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and fhows not half your parts. If-J could write the beauty of your eyes, And in frefh numbers number all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1766 - 620 pàgines
...deferts I Though yet heauen knowes it is but as a tombe Which hides your life, and fhewes not halfe your parts : If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in frefh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would fay this pott lies, Such heauenly touches... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pàgines
...Who will believe my verfe, in time to come, If it were fill'd with your moft high deferts ? , ^ Tho" yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and fliows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, .. -(r.<j And in frefh numbers... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 pàgines
...{kill. XVII. Who will believe my verfe in time to come, If it were fill'd with your moil high defcrts? Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and (hows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in freih numbers number all... | |
 | 1792 - 774 pàgines
...fcill. XVII. Who will believe my vcrfe in time to come, If it were iill'd with your mod high deferís ? Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your lile, and oicws not half your parts. cheriih : So fhould my paper», yellow'd with their age, te Ccurn'd,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 pàgines
...fkill. XVII. Who will believe my verfe in time to come, If it were fill'd with your moft high deferts ? Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and fhows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in frefh numbers number all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pàgines
...men. To give away yourself, keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. Who will believe my verse, in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 pàgines
...away yourself, keeps yourself still; And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. SONNET XVII, WHO will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserU ? Though yet Heaven knows, it is but a* a tomb Which hides your life, and showt not half yourparti.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 pàgines
...men. To give away yourself, keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. Who will believe my verse, in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho' yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pàgines
...men. To give away yourself, keeps yourself still, And you must live,. drawn by your own sweet skill. Who will believe my vers.e, in time to come. If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho" yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.... | |
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Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. 
