 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 60 páginas
...man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delav, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he...Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a wearv life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn... | |
 | 1978 - 1062 páginas
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 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 páginas
...For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence...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... | |
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 páginas
...man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he...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... | |
 | C. R. Snyder - 2001 - 416 páginas
..."the ability to think"). For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, . . . When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels...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... | |
 | 274 páginas
...Afro-American Literary Criticism; Loose Canon: Notes on the Culture Wars; and Colored People—A Memoir. 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 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? 
