 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 490 pàgines
...Cydnus. Agr. There she appeared indeed ; or my reporter devised well for her. Eno. I will tell you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd...the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love^sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 756 pàgines
...ske feeds, and makes them hungry, The more she gives them speech.] So, in Antony and Cleopatra : " Other women cloy " The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, " Where most she satisfies." MALONE. Line 175. And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe ?] owe, ie... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 648 pàgines
...Cydnus. Agr. There she appear'd indeed; or my reporter devis'd well for her. Eno. I will tell you: The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd...on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 520 pàgines
...well for her. Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd...on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were Eno. I will tell you:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 502 pàgines
...Cydnus. Agr. There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised well for her. £720. I will tell you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd...the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love- sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the... | |
 | E. H. Seymour - 1805 - 450 pàgines
...understand apprehensions ; and for " dangers," evils. 79. " Jrith most gladness" " Most," for utmost. 80. " The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, " Burnd on the zcater." In this magnificent description, it is painful to find fault ; but I cannot suppress a wish... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 368 pàgines
...Cydnus. Agr. There she appear'd indeed; or my reporter devis'd well for her. Eno. I will tell you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd...on the water : the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pàgines
...Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom state ) `ӳ) For vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her, when she is riggish '.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pàgines
...Antony must leave hei utterly. Eno. Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale 30 Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Whcre most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her; t liât the holy priests Bless... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 pàgines
...her, and she cropp'd. Now Antony Must leave her utterly. Thyr. Never ! he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other...; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. Dol. Well, I am sorry, He too approves the common liar, who Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will... | |
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Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies... 
