 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 pagini
...Breath* Hnh had no Power yet i pon thy Beauty: Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauty's Enfign yet Is Crimfon in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks, And Death's pale Flag is not advanced there. Tjbalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody Sheet? O what more Favour can I do to thee, Then with that Hand... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 pagini
...Death ? O how may I Call this a Lightning ? O my Love, my Wife, Death that hath fuckt the Honey of thy Breath, Hath had no Power yet upon thy Beauty: Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauties Enfign yet Is Crimfon in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks, And Death's pale Flag is not advanced... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 pagini
...Ha:h had m power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not ronquer'd ; beauty's cnfign yet - ; Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft rhou there in thy bloody (heet? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee. Than wirh that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 pagini
...triumphant grave. For here lyes Juhet Oh, my love, my wife f Death that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 pagini
...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty i . . Thou art not conquer'di beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in khy bloody fbeet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pagini
...how may I Call this a Lightning ! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquer'd •, beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pagini
...Call this a Lightning !—Oh my love, my wife! , Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath^.-1 , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, -, Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet '•' Iscnmfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, ,'„' And death's pale flag is not advanced... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 pagini
...Call this a lightning ! Oh my love, my wife !' Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfign yet h crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'it thou there in thy bloody meet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, 1 han with that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 pagini
...death. U, how may I Call this a lightning! O my love, my wife! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is i'rim on m thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 pagini
...hcrtv may I Call this a lightning! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquered ; -beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
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O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 
