...bear, * Stir, bustle t Consideration. t Acquittance. To gruut and sweat under a weary life; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscover'd...know not of ! Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises...

...groan and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death (That undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns), puzzles...know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises...

...of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises...

...poética se nutre de muchas experiencias mundanas. En el famoso soliloquio de Hamlet dice Shakespeare: . .the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd...know not of. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. El poeta nos informa de que la conciencia nos hace cobardes. Pues ya sabíamos todos que la muerte...

...assumed we were fixed in whatever shape we were given by nature. —Joseph Fletcher5 [W]ho would fardels bear. To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? —William Shakespeare, Hamlet4...

...of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a hare bodkin? Who would fardels bear. To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that...traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? > Indeed, every day individuals...

...almost too familiar to need citation, asks "who would bear the whips and scorns of time. . . . But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises...

...of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin; who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards [of us all], And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises...

...Public Library for the Performing Arts. have shuffled off this mortal coil,/ Must give us pause . . .205 The undiscover'd country [/] from whose bourn/ No...know not of?/ Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,/ And </iu5 the native hue of reso/ution/ Is sicklied oVrwith the pale cast of thought,/ And enterprises...

...To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises...