 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 sider
...enough I may but call her mine. Fri. Thufe violent Delights have violent Endy, And in their trii mph die like Fire and Powder, Which as they kifs confume. The fweeteft Honey Is loarhforne in his own delicioufncfs, And in the tafte confounds the Appetite: Then fore love moderatly,... | |
 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 sider
...Packthread, and old Cakes of Rofes, Were thinly fcatter'd, to make up a Shew. Hid. Againft violent Delights. Thefe violent Delights have violent Ends, And in their Triumph die like Fire and Powder, Which as they kits, confume. The fweeteft Honey Is loathfome in its own Delicioufnefs, And in the Tafte confounds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 sider
...me in herHfight : Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, ' >• ' It is enough I may but call her mine....ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, "\Vhich, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey • Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 sider
...luperfluity comes fooner By white hairs, but competency lives longer. Shakefpear's Merchant of Venice. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their...triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 sider
...fight : ,. ; ..-• Do thou butclofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. Thefe...their triumph die like fire and powder, Which as they meet confume. The fweetcft honey Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs, ,. i , : -; •, «y:v And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 sider
...therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings. • ^ SCENS ri SCENE VI. Violent Deliglts, not lafting. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder. Which as they meet, confume. Lovers, light of Foot. O fo light of foot Will ne'er wear out the everlafting flint... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1753 - 80 sider
...me in her fight : Dothou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. Thefe...triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honejr Is loathlome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 436 sider
...me in her fight: Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough, I may but call her mine. Fri....triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathibme in its ow n delicioufnefs, ' And in the tafte confounds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 sider
...me in her light : Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, •It is enough, I may but call her mine. Fri....triumph die -, like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, confume. The Iweeteft honey Is ioathfome in its own delicioufnefs, And in the tafte confounds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1766 - 620 sider
...what he dare, It is inoiigh I may but call her mine. Fri. Thefe violent delights haue violent endes, And in their triumph die like fire and powder ; Which as they kifle confume. The fweeteft honey Is loathfome * in his owne delicioufnefle, And in the tafte confoundes... | |
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These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume... 
