 To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and...  Aphorisms from Shakespeare - Pagina 187de William Shakespeare, Capel Lofft - 1812 - 456 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | William Shakespeare - 1791 - 724 pagini
...fubje&s' treachery ? O, yes, it doth ; a thoufand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the fhepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted deep under a frefti tree's fhade, All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 376 pagini
...fhade, All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands fparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, miftruft, and treaforis wait on him. SCENE VII. Alarum. Enter a Son that had kill' d his Father. Son.... | |
 | 1795 - 492 pagini
...fubjefU'trtache1 у ? P 5 es, it doth ¡ a iho-ojar.d fold it doiH : And, to conclude, the (hepherd's homtly curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted lleep under a fieih net's (hade, Ji]\ which fecure ad fwcttly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's délicates,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 pagini
...their fubjet2s' treachery? O, yes, it doth ; a thoufand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the fhephcrd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted fleep under a frefh tree's fhade, All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 pagini
...(hade, All which fecure and fwcetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's dtlicates, His viands fparkting in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mißruft, and trcafon wait on him. Moh. Lock, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 pagini
...fubjecls' treachery ? O, yes, it doth ; a thoufand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the fhepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted fleep under a frefh tree's fhade, All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 470 pagini
...' All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands fparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, miftnift, and treafon waits on him. Alarum. Enter a San that had killed hit Father. Son. Ill blows... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 366 pagini
...fubjefts' treachery ? " O, yes, it doth; a thoufand fold it doth. " And to conclude, — the (hepherd's homely curds, " His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, " His wonted fleep under a frefh tree's (hade, " All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, " Is far beyond a prince's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 pagini
...fubjefts' treachery ? " O, yes, it doth ; a thoufand fold it doth. " And to conclude, — the fhepherd's homely curds, " His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, " His wonted fleep under a frefh tree's fhade, " All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, " Is far beyond a prince's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 pagini
...fear their subjects' treachery ? * O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. * And to conclude,-r-the shepherd's homely, curds, * His cold thin drink out...a golden cup, * His body couched in a curious bed, Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his Father, dragging in the dead Body. Son. Ill blows the wind,... | |
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