 | 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... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass 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. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 pages
...come; Love alters not with his brief hours »«d weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of <loom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVIU Accuse me thns; that I have scanted all Wherein I should yonr great deserts repay; Forpot upon... | |
 | 1832 - 406 pages
...bending sickle's compass come, Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. HOLIDAY WALKS. MILTON, who passed the greater number of ais riper years in London, has thus, in the... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 530 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass 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." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry than this description of the master passion.*... | |
 | Album - 1841 - 158 pages
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKSPERE. Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round ray true heart thine arms entwine, My... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass 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. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass 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...proved ; — I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 pages
...to the edge of doom. If this he error and upon me proved, I never writ nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I...Forgot upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all honds do tie me day hy day -, That I have frequent heen with unknown minds, And given to time your... | |
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If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 
