 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 pàgines
...Carriage: This is (he- »— J Rom. Peace, peace, Mtfcutio, peace; Thou talk'ft of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of Dreams; Which are the Children of an idle Brain, Begot of nothing, but vain PJiantafie, Which is as thin of fubfhnce as the Air, And more unconftme tlun the Wind; who wooes Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 pàgines
...the ufe of bis Legs. Rom. Peace, pea :e, Mercutio, peace } • Thou talk'ft of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams •, Which are the children of an idle brain, '• Begot of nothing, but vain phantafie ; Which is as thin of fubftance as the air, And more unconftant than the wind ; who wooes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 pàgines
...: 5 "This, this is fhe .x Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutlo^ peace ; Thou talk'ft of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing, but vain phantafie, Which is as thin of fubftance as the air, And more unconftant than the wind, who wooes Ev'n... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 pàgines
...good carriage : This is me Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace «, Thou talk'ft of nothing, Mer. True, I talk of dreams ,Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing, but vain phantafy, Which is as thin of fubftance as the air»i And more unconftant than the wind ; who woces... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pàgines
...carriage. This is flie— Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'ft of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing, but vain phantafy, Which is as thin of fubftance as the air, And more unconftant than the wind ; who wooes Ev'n... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pàgines
...thin of fubftance as the air, And more unconftant than the wind 5 who wooes Ev'n now the frozen bofom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourfelves; Supper is done, and we fhall Come too... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 pàgines
...thin of fubllance as the air, And more unconfrant than the wind ; who wooes Ev'n now the frozen bofom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourfelves ; Supper is done, and we (hall come too... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 462 pàgines
...thin of fubftance as the air, And moreunconftant than the wind ; who woos Ev'n now the frozen bofom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth. Rom. I fear, too early ; for my mind mifgives, Some confequence, yet hanging in the Stars, Shall... | |
 | 1804 - 844 pàgines
...—True ! I talk of dreami, Which arc the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind — i Who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 pàgines
...thin of fubftance as the air, And more unconftant than the wind ; who wooes Ev'n row the froien bofom of the north, And being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth. Ben. 1'his wind you talk of, blows us from oui felves ; Supper is done, and we fhall come too... | |
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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... 
