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...That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if...grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little mouth ; or ere those shoes were...

...so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember ? — why, she would hang...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet within a month Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month — or ere those...

...this, Hyperion4 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem5 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 8 Draught. 9 Report. ' Dissolve. *...

...Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and e:irth ! Mint I remember ? Why she would hang on liitn, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month I l^et me not think on 't— Frailty, thy name is Woman \ A little month t or ere those shoes were...

...to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes...

...so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember !— Why she would hang on him , As if increase of appetite had grown -jj». By what it fed on : yet within a month i-^ Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is Woman!...

...this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...grown By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month ; or ere those shoes...

...to this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must...grown By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month; or ere those shoes were...

...of it." She makes hungry, " Where most she satisfies." We meet with the same thought in Hamlet : " She would hang on him, " As if increase of appetite had grown " By what it fed on." " ' Vilest things 9 " Become themselves in her.''' Look amiable in her. Antony had before exclaimed...