 | John Pemble - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 240 pages
...him and discomposes his language: But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!... | |
 | J. B. Leishman - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 254 pages
...I bear that too, well, very well; But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!1... | |
 | John Carey - Art - 2006 - 286 pages
...his quandary with murderous rage. But there where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs Or else dries up - to be discarded thence, Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!... | |
 | John D. Cox - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 348 pages
...my soul A drop of patience. . . . But there where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs Or else dries up — to be discarded thence! (4.2.49-62) Eventually recovering enough of his accustomed... | |
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But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up... 
