 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 стор.
...What years, i'faith ? f'z'a. About your years, my lord. /.'.•.•'•••, Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, gaQ So sways she level in her husband's he.irt. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 стор.
...not worth thee then. What years, i'faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 стор.
...then. What yeari, i'f.iiih? Vio. About your years, my Lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still ihe woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and imfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's arc. Vio. I think it well, my Lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 стор.
...thee then. What years, i'faith? Flo. About your years, my lord. •'• : Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so...ourselves, < ' ' , Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, : More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn. Than women's are. Fio. I think it well, my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 стор.
...She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith? Vio. Of your complexion. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Vio. About your years, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 522 стор.
...not worth thee then. What years, i' faith? Vio. Ahout your years, my lord. Duke. Too old hy heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her hushand's heart. For, hoy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 стор.
...question is ironical." HERON'S Letters of Literature, I think Heron is right. P. 210.— 45.— 69. Duke. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. I incline to read won with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 стор.
...your years, my lord. Duke. Too old,' by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself30; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 стор.
...complexion. Duke. She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy,...do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 стор.
...worth thee, then. Whatyears, i'faith ? f'io. About your years, my lord. Duke . Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to htm, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, ^)ur fancies... | |
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What years, i' faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. DUKE. Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart... 
