 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteemh the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831
...stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fieon't! One' 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang oil him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831
...stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie1 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...not two: So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion6 to a satvr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed : things rank and gross...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. — Heaven and earth ! Must I remember... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - Criticism - 1833 - 504 pages
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed : things rank and gross...much ; not two ;— So excellent a king, that was, to tlu's, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he pennitted not the winds of heaVn Visit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836
...flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion3 to a Satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie7! 'tis an un weeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...not beteem the winds of heaven " Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843
...flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on 't ! 0 fye ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross...not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't, O fie ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross...not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? — why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843
...flat, and unprofitable,' Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't, O fie ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross...not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? — why, she would Iiang on him As if increase of appetite... | |
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tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother... 
