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" 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... "
Century Monthly Magazine - Page 232
edited by - 1927
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Poems Written by Mr. William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pages
...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...
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The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].

Lyre - Love poetry, English - 1806 - 208 pages
...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...
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The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 pages
...not with his brief hours ╗źd 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...
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The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge

Civilization - 1832 - 406 pages
...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...
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American Quarterly Review, Volume 19

Robert Walsh - Serial publications - 1836 - 522 pages
...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." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry than this description of the master passion.*...
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The album of love, containing love thoughts [in verse] by many contributors

Album - 1841 - 158 pages
...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...
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The Ladies' Repository, Volume 17

Methodist Episcopal Church - 1857 - 830 pages
...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...
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The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved ..., Volume 15

William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 pages
...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...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ...

William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pages
...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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The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a ..., Volume 3

William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 pages
...alters not with his hrief hours and weeks, But hears it out even to the edge of doom. If this he 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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