 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 стор.
...of Joy, That one fliort Minute gives me in her fight : Do thou but clofe our Hands with holy Word?, Then Love-devouring Death do what he dare, It is enough...their triumph die like Fire and Powder, Which as they kifs confume. The fweeteft Honey Is loathfome in his own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 стор.
...the exch?nge of Joy, That one fhort Minute gives me in her fight: PO thou but clofe our Hands wirh holy Words, Then Love-devouring Death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. Thufe violent Delights have violent Endy, And in their trii mph die like Fire and Powder, Which as... | |
 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 стор.
...Packthread, and old Cakes of Rofes, Were thinly fcatter'd, to make up a Shew. Hid. Againft violent Delights. Thefe violent Delights have violent Ends, And in their Triumph die like Fire and Powder, Which as they kits, confume. The fweeteft Honey Is loathfome in its own Delicioufnefs, And in the Tafte confounds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 стор.
...cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one'fhort minute gives me in herHfight : Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death...ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, "\Vhich, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey • Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 стор.
...luperfluity comes fooner By white hairs, but competency lives longer. Shakefpear's Merchant of Venice. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their...fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds the appetite ; . Therefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 стор.
...therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings. • ^ SCENS ri SCENE VI. Violent Deliglts, not lafting. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their...like fire and powder. Which as they meet, confume. Lovers, light of Foot. O fo light of foot Will ne'er wear out the everlafting flint j A lover may beftride... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1753 - 80 стор.
...mort minute gives me in her fight : Dothou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call...fire and powder, Which as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honejr Is loathlome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds the appetite : Therefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 436 стор.
...cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one fhort minute gives me in her fight: Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death...fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathibme in its ow n delicioufnefs, ' And in the tafte confounds the appetite ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 стор.
...cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one fhort minute gives me in her light : Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death...fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The Iweeteft honey Is ioathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds the appetite •,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 стор.
...do what he dare, Jt is enough I may but call her mine. Iri. PO fmile the heav'ns upon this holy aft, Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And...fire and powder, "Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds the appetite ; Therefore... | |
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These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. 
