 | John Bell - 1797 - 458 стор.
...grow too cynical, Ventidius; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, (o refuse her bracelet I on my soul, When I lie pensive in my tent alone, •Twill...tell these pretty beads upon my arm, To count for ev'ry one a soft embrace, A melting kiss at such and such a time, And now and then the fury of her... | |
 | Susanna Centlivre - 1797 - 462 стор.
...the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius ; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. ^ "When I lie pensive in my tent alone, 'Twill pass...tell these pretty beads upon my arm, To count for ev'ry one a soft embrace, A melting kiss at such and such a time, And now and then the fury of her... | |
 | 1804 - 510 стор.
...more than aconite has dipt the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, to refuse her bracelet...such a time, And now and then the fury of her love, When — And what harm's in this? AI ci. None, none, my lord, But what's to her, that now 'tis past... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 стор.
...more than aconite has dipt the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, to refuse her bracelet...of winter nights To tell these pretty beads upon my arra, To count for every one a soft embrace, A melting kiss at such and such a time, And now and then... | |
 | 1804 - 516 стор.
...grow too cynical, Ventidius; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, to refuse her braaelet ! on my soul, When I lie pensive in my tent alone, Twill...nights To tell these pretty beads upon my arm, To count fur every one a soft embrace, A melting kiss at such and such a time, And now and then the fury of... | |
 | John Dryden - 1808 - 436 стор.
...more than aconite has dipt the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius : A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, to refuse her bracelet...such a time ; And now and then the fury of her love, When And what harm's in this ? Alex. None, none, my lord. But what's to her, that now 'tis past for... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 410 стор.
...more then aconite has dipt the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius ; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, to refuse her bracelet...embrace, A melting kiss at such and such a time And what harm's in this ? Alex. None, none, my lord, But what's to her, that now 'tis past for ever? Ant.... | |
 | John Fletcher, David Garrick - 1808 - 410 стор.
...more then aconite has dipt the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius ; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, to refuse her bracelet...embrace, A melting kiss at such and such a time And what harm's in this ? Alex. None, none, my lord, But what's to her, that now 'tis past for ever ? Ant.... | |
 | 1811 - 718 стор.
...more than aconite has dipt the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius ; A lady's favours When — And what harm's in this ! Alex. None, none, my lord, But what's to her, that now 'tis past... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 стор.
...more than aconite has dipt the silk. Ant. Nay, now you grow too cynical, Ventidius; A lady's favours may be worn with honour. What, to refuse her bracelet ! on my soul, When 1 lie pensive in my tent alone, 'Twill pass the wakeful hours of winter nights To tell these pretty... | |
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What, to refuse her bracelet ! On my soul, When I lie pensive in my tent alone, 'Twill pass the wakeful hours of winter nights, To tell these pretty beads upon my arm, To count for every one a soft embrace, A melting kiss at such and such a time : And... 
