 | Robin Varnum, Christina T. Gibbons - 2001 - 254 páginas
...For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence...fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, That undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns,... | |
 | Janet Hill - 2002 - 266 páginas
...put up with a beast's life because of the dread of something nasty in the woodshed of the afterlife. 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? (3.1.75-81) [my italics] He... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 214 páginas
...insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, 75 When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels...death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn 8o No traveller returns, puzzles the will, 'To be, or not to be, that is the question:' (3, 1, 56),... | |
 | Elise Lawton Smith, Evelyn De Morgan - 2002 - 268 páginas
...source for the title is from Hamlet's soliloquy on death, "To be, or not to be" (3, 1 , 56-88) : . . . who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 páginas
...and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make 75 With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt...whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will 80 And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience... | |
 | Nicholas Royle - 2003 - 358 páginas
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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? 
