 | Vennelaṇṭi Prakāśam - 1999 - 186 páginas
...disprized love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With...fardels bear To grunt and sweat under a weary life But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns,... | |
 | Tony Childs, Jackie Moore - 2000 - 196 páginas
...and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make 20 With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have " Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make... | |
 | Edward Geoffrey Parrinder, Geoffrey Parrinder - 2000 - 389 páginas
...body, but there remains something of it which is eternal. Baruch Spinoza, Ethics, V, 23 (1677) 1 1 Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...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, Hamlet,... | |
 | Joanne Morra, Mark Robson, Marquard Smith - 2000 - 282 páginas
...this mortal coil, Must give us pause . . . For who would bear the whips and scorns of time . . . ? ... Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? (HI, i, 56-82) Not to be is... | |
 | Dagmar Klein - 2000 - 212 páginas
...of the wilful decision to end one's life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time (...) To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards... | |
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The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? 
