 | Scott Simmon - 2003 - 420 páginas
...who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The law's delay, The insolence of off1ce, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he...would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life . . . life. . . ." Thorndyke, lost, finds a prompter in Doc ("But that the dread of something... | |
 | R. A. Brown - 2004 - 0 páginas
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 | Eduard Langwald - 2004 - 366 páginas
...dispriz'd 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...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?" (Hamlet, III. 1.) Verallgemeinernd... | |
 | 彭鏡禧 - 2004 - 504 páginas
...of dispriz'd 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...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... | |
 | Pickering - 2004 - 60 páginas
...patient merit of the unworthy take, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin. Who wold fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life,...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ill we have, Than fly to others that we not of? Thus conscience does make cowards... | |
 | Randy Lee Eickhoff - 2004 - 438 páginas
...pangs ofdeprized — " "Shut up," I muttered, and continued: "The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he...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 traveller retorns,... | |
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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? 
