 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 pagini
...forrow can, It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one'fhort minute gives me in herHfight : Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then...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 Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 pagini
...forrow can, It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one mort minute gives me in her fight: Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 462 pagini
...forrow can, It 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 do what he dare, Fri. QO fmile the heav'ns upon this holy A&, Fri. Thefe violenl delights have violent ends^ And in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 pagini
...ibrrow can, It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one Ihort minute gives me In her fight : Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then...death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call lier mine. Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 pagini
...fhort minute gives me in her fight: Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Friar. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph, die; like fire and powder, Which,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 pagini
...minute gives 'mf in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then 1 jvfc-dev curing death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph, die ; like fire and powder, Which,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 pagini
...countervail the exchange of joy That one fhort minute gives me in her fight : Do thou but clofe bur hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do...triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they kifs, coniume : The fweeteft honey Is loathibme in his own delicioufnef*, And in the talte confounds... | |
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These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. 
