 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 534 pages
...— "* Ant. You have been a boggier ever : — But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seal our eyes ; In our own filth...judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon /... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 526 pages
...a boggier ever. But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O, misery on't!) the wise gods seel^opr eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pages
...on't !) the wise gods seelj our eyes; * Reverberates. f Merits, or demerits. I Overlook. § Close up. In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.* 30 — iii. 11. 38 Procrastination. Fearful commenting Is leaden servitorf... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 534 pages
...in our viciousness grow hard, Cleo. Good my lord, SO, misery on't!) the wise gods seel 3 our eyes; n our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 202 pages
...a boggier ever : But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on 't !) the wise gods seel ' our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cle. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pages
...ever : — But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes3, In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O ! is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 pages
...a boggler ever :— But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes', In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O ! is it come to this ? Ant. I found yoti as a morsel, cold.upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pages
...ever : — But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes3, In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O ! is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pages
...But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on 't !) the wise gods seel our eyes; Inourown filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this? Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pages
...But when we in our vicionsness grow hard, (O misery on 't !) the wise gods seel our eyes; Inourown filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. O, is it come to this ? Ant. I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead... | |
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But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us while we strut To our confusion. 
