 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 402 页
...wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster f Sleep when he wakes f and creep into the jaundice By being peevish i I tell thee what, Anthonio,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 556 页
...old wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio, — I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 页
...wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio,-rr... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 350 页
...wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? : Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Anthonio,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 452 页
...old wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio,—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 576 页
...wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio, —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 456 页
...oKl wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. "Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio,—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 414 页
...old wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio, —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 460 页
...wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio, — I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 348 页
...wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep, when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio,—... | |
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And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? 
