 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 pages
...With'his bending fickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it down even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor-no man ever loved. In Praife of his Love. I "grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pages
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore may'ft without attaint... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 pages
...Within his bending Tickle's compafs come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom*. If this be error, and upon meprov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. * — to lie marriage oft me minds—'] To the fympathetick... | |
 | 1792 - 774 pages
...liis bending ficUe's compafs conic ; l.ove alters not wish his brief hour» and weeks, uu: bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Accufe me thus ; that I have feinted j'.i Wherein 1 fliould... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 pages
...Within his bending fickle's compafs come j Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. CXVII. Accufe me thus ; that I have fcanted all Wherein... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 pages
...Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool ' ; though rosy lips, and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come :...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pages
...shaken ; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, altho' his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, tho' rosy lips and cheeks...to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 pages
...shaken ; It is the star to every wand'ring bark. Whose worth's unknown, altho' his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, tho' rosy lips and cheeks...to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. I grant thou wert not marry'd to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pages
...shakep ; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, altho' his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, tho' rosy lips and cheeks...to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.^ IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. 1 grant thou wert not marry'd... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 pages
...bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love...to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd." Son. 116. Of a lighter though more glowing cast of poetry,... | |
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If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 
