 | Thomas Davies - 1783 - 442 стор.
...none wife or good will commit this offence; For all are Caytiffes that are of this lewd fort. IDEM. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. Amidft all his afflictions, Lear recollects that he has brought misfortune and... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1783 - 444 стор.
...none wife or good will commit this offence} For all are Caytiffts that are of this lewd fort. IDEM. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. Amldft all his afflictions, Lear recollects that he has brought misfortune and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 722 стор.
...fellow ? The art of our neceffities is ftrange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hoveL Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee 3. Fool. /& that has a little tiny ivit, — With beight ho, the wind and the rain,—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 446 стор.
...The art of our neceffities is ftrange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your I i * hovel. Poor fool and "knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. • Fool. He that has a little tiny <w:t — With heigh, 'ho, the taind and the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 стор.
...fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. "He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,— Musi make content... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 стор.
...fellow ? The art of our neceffities is ftrange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny it-it, — Witb teigh, bo, the wind and the rain,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 стор.
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — Must make content... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 стор.
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — Must make content... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 стор.
...fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — Must make content... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 стор.
...fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — • Must make content... | |
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My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part... 
