 | Francis Douce - 1807 - 528 стор.
...his armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out an horrible oth, crie God's soule Turn, I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tabacco, there lives not a man in this world that I more honor. In these ceremonies you shall know his courting, and... | |
 | Francis Douce - 1807 - 540 стор.
...his armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out an horrible oth, crie God's soule Turn, 1 love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tabacco, thore lives not a man in this world that I more honor. In these ceremonies you shall know his courting,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 стор.
...in his armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out an horrible oth, crie God's soule Turn I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tabacco, there lives not a man in this world that I more honour. In these ceremonies you shall know his courting,... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1822 - 430 стор.
...armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out an horroble oth, crie — ' God's soule, Tum, I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tobacco ; there lives not a man in thia world that I more honour.' In these ceremonies you shall know... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 384 стор.
...armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out an horrible nth, crie — ' God's soule, Tum, I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tabacco ; there lives not a man in this world that I more honour.' In these ceremonies you shall know his courting,... | |
 | 1833 - 388 стор.
...his armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out au horrible othe, crie God's soule Turn, I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tobacco, there lives not a man in this world that 1 more honour. In these ceremonies you shall know... | |
 | Francis Douce - 1839 - 678 стор.
...his armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out an horrible oth, crie God's soule Turn, I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tabacco, there lives not a man in this world that I more honor. In these ceremonies you shall know his courting, and... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1843 - 970 стор.
...in his armes, kisse you on the cheeke, and rapping out an horrible olb, crie God's soule Turn 1 love with great fidelity and warmth of colouring. " Thou had'st bee tobacco, there lives not a man in Ibis world that 1 more honour. In these cérémonie« you shall know... | |
 | 142 стор.
...hia armes, kisse yo i on the cheeke, and rapping out an horrible othe, crie God's soule Turn, I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tobacco, there lives not a man in this world that I more honour. In these ceremoniea you ahall know... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 784 стор.
...his armes, kisse you on the cheeko, and rapping out an horrible oth, crie (rods soule Turn, I love you, you know my poore heart, come to my chamber for a pipe of tabacco, there lives not a man in this world that I more honor. In these ceremonies you shall know his courting, and... | |
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... burns sack with a candle, and hath all the feats of a lord of misrule in the countrie : feed him in his humor, you... 
