| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 506 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God,... | |
| John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 ˹éÒ
...went away, an it had been any christom child. I agree with Whalley and Malone. P. 58 — 492. — 331. his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of greenficlds. I think Theobald's emendation uncommonly happy. P. 6l. — 495.— 336. Pist. Go, clear... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 514 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1806 - 502 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 414 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play wild flowers, and smile upon his fingers' cuds , I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of preen fields. How now, sir John? quoth t: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God , Goil... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out—God, God,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1810 - 458 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play "with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John ? quoth I: what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out, God, God,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - 428 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - 534 ˹éÒ
...sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, 1 knew there was but one way , for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? qnoth I : what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God,... | |
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