 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 424 pages
...Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man everlov'd. Accuse me thus; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, George Gilfillan - 1856 - 364 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 mo thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 336 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. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein... | |
 | 1857 - 336 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 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... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 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, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. DIRGE OF FIDELE. Fear no more the heat o' th' sun, Nor... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 130 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. XCVIII. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all WTherein... | |
 | Henry Reed - English poetry - 1860 - 312 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... | |
 | Henry James Slack - Civilization - 1860 - 260 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But braves it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." A marriage of minds presupposes mental cultivation on... | |
 | Susan Warner, Anna Bartlett Warner - American fiction - 1860 - 528 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.' " "There's an error proved upon me," said the doctor,... | |
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Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 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... 
