 Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever...  The Book of the Sonnet - Page 160edited by - 1867Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pages
...compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore may'ft without attaint... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 pages
...come : Love alters not, with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 pages
...come; Love alters not with his brief hours »«d weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of <loom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVIU Accuse me thns; that I have scanted all Wherein I should yonr great deserts repay; Forpot upon... | |
 | 1832 - 406 pages
...compass come, Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. HOLIDAY WALKS. MILTON, who passed the greater number of ais riper years in London, has thus, in the... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 522 pages
...compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ,...passion.* How true and how ennobling to our nature ! We at once recognise in it the abstraction of that conception, which has found a dwelling and a name... | |
 | Album - 1841 - 158 pages
...compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKSPERE. Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round ray true heart thine arms entwine, My... | |
 | 1857 - 834 pages
...doom. Are beauties there as proud as here they be T Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet If this bo error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess 1 It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of Do... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 pages
...compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved ; — I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon your... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pages
...compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pages
...compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
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