 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 536 pągines
...one are you, well you fit our Ages With Flowers of Winter. -i For. Sir, the Year growing ancient, Nor yet on Summer's Death, nor on the Birth Of trembling Winter, the faireft Flowers o'th' Seafon Are our Carnations, and ftreak'd Gillyflowers, Which fbme call Nature's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 558 pągines
...fair one are you.) well you fit our ages With flowers of Winter. Per. Sir, the Year growing ancient, Not yet on Summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling Winter, the faireft flowers o'th' feafop Are our Carnations, and flrcak'd Gilly-flowers, Which fome call Nature's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pągines
...fair one are you), well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers, Which some call, nature's bastards : of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 pągines
...you,) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,— Not yet*on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, — the fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Which some call nature's bastards : of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 pągines
...the year growing ancient,— Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter,—the fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations,...garden's barren; and I care not To get slips of them. Do you neglect them ? Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Per. For I have i heard it said, There is an art,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 pągines
...fair one are you) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,— Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling...carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Which some ci..ll nature's bastards: of that kind Our rustick garden's barren; and I care not To get slips of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 404 pągines
...one are you,) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, — Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, — the fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Which some call, nature's bastards : of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 370 pągines
...summer's death, nor ou the birth Of trembling -whner, — the fairest flowers o'the season Are onr carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, "Which some call, nature's bastards; of that kind Our ru&ick garden's barren; and I care not To get slips of them. Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Do yon... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 pągines
...ancient, • Nol yet on summer's death, nor on the birth 10 Of tremblingwinter, the fairest flowers o'lhe season Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers,...Which some call, nature's bastards : of that kind Our ruslick garden's barren ; and I care not To get slips of them. Pol. \V heretbre, gentle maiden, Do... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 pągines
...one are you,) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, — Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, — the fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Which some call nature's bastards : of... | |
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Sir, the year growing ancient, — Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, — the fairest flowers o... 
