 If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would...  The Works of William Shakespeare... - Sayfa 184William Shakespeare tarafından - 1907Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 sayfa
...come, If it where fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomh, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts...graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies, QUICK PREVENTION. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) TBe scorn'd, like old men of less truth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 sayfa
...believe my verse, in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. Jf I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces ; The age to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 sayfa
...believe my vers.e, in time to come. If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Tho" yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life,...would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn 'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 sayfa
...inward worth, nor outward FAIE,] See p. 240, n.6. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 sayfa
...And you must live, drawn by your own sWeet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though.... it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shews not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 sayfa
...And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 sayfa
...most live, drawn by your own sweet skill. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were lill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows,...hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I nould write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 sayfa
...And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...say, " this poet lies ;. Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces." So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 sayfa
...believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? • Portrait. ' Beauty. Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your paits. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, • And in fresh numbers number all your graces ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 sayfa
...And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...say, " this poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces." So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
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