 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1926 - 840 lapas
...ever; How all the good you have is but a shadow. I" the morning with you, and at night behind you » Past and forgotten; how your vows are frosts, Fast'...dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These 3ad texts, Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight!... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 2003 - 230 lapas
...ever; How all the good you have is but a shadow, P th' morning with you, and at night behind you 135 Past and forgotten; how your vows are frosts, Fast...chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts 140 Till my last hour I am bound to utter of you. So farewell all my woe, all my delight. Exit. Are.... | |
 | 600 lapas
...MASON. How all the good you have is but a shadow, I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast...utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight ! [Exit. Are. Be merciful, ye gods, and strike me dead ! What way have I deserv'd this ! Make my breast... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 482 lapas
...vows are frosts, Passed for a night, and with the next sun gune. How you are, being taken altogether, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot...utter of you. So farewell all my woe, all my delight ! [JSJ'ii PHIL. Are. Be merciful, ye guds, and strike me dead ! What way have I deserved this '! Make... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1926 - 834 lapas
...the morning with you, and at night behind you » Past and forgotten; how your vows are frosts, Fast1 for a night, and with the next sun gone; How you are...dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These ¿ad texts, Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight!... | |
 | 528 lapas
...ever. How all the good you have, is but a shadow, I'th' morning with you, and at night behind you, Past and forgotten. How your vows are frosts, Fast...sun gone. How you are, being taken all together, A meer confusion, and so dead a Chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad Texts Till my last hour,... | |
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I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone ; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish.... 
