 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 Seiten
...an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; . Which is as thin of substance as the.air;And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes •' , Even...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from pur selves ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 Seiten
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 Seiten
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 Seiten
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer, True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 Seiten
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 Seiten
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk's! of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 Seiten
...good carriage. This, this is she Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mcr. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, pufis away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 Seiten
...True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; could bear : 'I hut, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Shew'd mastership pulfs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 Seiten
...of dreams; \\ hich are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; M Ir.ch is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant...who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, 20 And, being anger' d, puffs away from tlu-nce, lurning his faceto the dew-dropping south. Be a. Phis... | |
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True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind... 
