 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 sivua
...So many months ere I shall sheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days.weeks, months, and years, Past over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! Gives not the haw thorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 sivua
...So many months ere I shall sheer the fleece : So minutes, hours, days.weeks, months, and years, Past t day. Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away All, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 404 sivua
...years ere I shall sheer the fleece : * So many minutes, hours, day*, weeks, months, and years, * Pass'd over to the end they were created, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave, " AU , what a life were this ! how sweet ! hovf lovely ! * Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 sivua
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 sivua
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece.: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 sivua
...many months ere I shall sheer the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely 1 Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 sivua
...So many months ere I shall shear the fleece: So many minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years Past over, to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah! what a life were this ! how sweet, how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 sivua
...So many months ere I shall shear the fleece: So many minutes, hours, weeks, months, aud years Past over, to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah ! what a life were this ! how sweet, how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 338 sivua
...many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 sivua
...many years ere I shall sheer the fleece : So minute^ hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a fife were this! How sweet! How lovely I Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking... | |
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So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will... 
