 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 638 страница
...a boggler ever :— But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (0 mifery on't !) the wife gods feel our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgements...; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we ftrut To our confufion. CLEO. O, is it come to this ? ANT. I found you as a morfel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 398 страница
...a boggier ever : — But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard, (O mifery on't !) the wife gods feel our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgements...; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we ftrut To our confufion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morfel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 490 страница
...hard, (O -misery on't !) the wise gods seel1 our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. 1 found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher : nay,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 648 страница
...grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher: nay, you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 502 страница
...grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher : Hay,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 520 страница
...grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. Good my lord,— Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 368 страница
....been a boggier ever: — But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!).the wise gods seel our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgements;...errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Clco. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher : nay,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 410 страница
...grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant, I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher : nay,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 страница
...h:ird, ;O misery on't !) the wise gods feel our eyes ; nourown filth dropour clearjudgements jmakuus Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. О, is ií come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead С ¡tsar's trencher :... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 страница
...hard, O misery on't !) the wise gods feel our eyes; n ourown iilth dropour clearjudgements ;makeu» 0 ould do the duke Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon 5ead Cesar's trencher: nay, you... | |
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But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us while we strut To our confusion. 
