...he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. 15 — i. 4. 175 O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suek'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean...

...merry ? which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lighlning? — 0, my love! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conauur'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale fluç is...

...Romeo, on his descent into the monument where lies the ' living corse ' of the ' fair Juliet.' — — ' O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the...thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.' — act v. sc. iii. Not content with using the word both in a literal and in a metaphorical sense,...

...in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. 15 — i. 4. 175 O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Why art thou yet so fair ? shall 1 believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean...

...thee in a triumphant grave, [ Wrests open the monument. For here lies Juliet — (L. of the tomb.) — O, my love, my wife, Death, that hath suck'd the honey...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. O, Juliet, why art thou yet so fair ?— Here, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the...

...before death ; O, how may I i Call this a lightning ? — O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is...

...Presence-chamber. Have they been merry ! which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife !...death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O, what more favor can I do to thee. Than with that hand that...

...point of death, Have they been merry ! which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife !...death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O, what more favor can I do to thee» Than with that hand that...

...of death, Have they been merry8, which their keepers call A lightning before death : O ! how may I Call this a lightning? — O, my love ! my wife !...beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet 1597, which in the next line reads, " I do defy thy conjuratiotu; " which some editors have preferred,...

...point of death Have they been merry — which their keepers call A lightning before death. O how may I Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had yet no power upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd — Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips...