 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 588 pàgines
...As misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me Good word, nor look. What, are my deeds forgot ? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,3 A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devoured... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 534 pàgines
...misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me Good word, nor look : What, are my deeds forgot ? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 pàgines
...As misers do by beggars; neither gave to me Good word, nor look. What, a^e my deeds forgot ? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, 3 A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devou As fast... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1846 - 746 pàgines
...from the evil of their ways: " levanting" is a weakness to be repaired by the amende honorable. . . " Time hath, my Lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion." The ultimate week failed not to draw : last appearances are sure magnets. Farewells are sad things;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 pàgines
...As misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me Good word, nor look. What, are my deeds forgot ? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,3 A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devoured... | |
 | 1852 - 570 pàgines
...noblest sense And there was nobody, but coldmouthed MALMESBURY to touch upon his doings P So it is ! " Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, "Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: "Whose scraps are good deeds past. — " But the political deeds... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 pàgines
...the fall. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Scene 3. REQUIRES PERPETUAL EXERTION TO KEEP IT UP. Ulysses. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 398 pàgines
...As misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me Good word nor look. What, are my deeds forgot ? Ulys. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, 1 Ajaz, who baa abilities, which were never brought into Tien or me. A great-sized monster of ingratitudes.... | |
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Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. 
