 gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.  The Sewanee Review - Страница 1221897Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1762 - 478 страници
...'gainft felf-flaughter ? O God ! O God ! How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed : things rank and grofs in nature Poflefs it merely. That it fhould come to this! But two months... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1762 - 480 страници
...'gainft felf flaughter ? O God! O God! How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed : things rank and grofs in nature Poflefs it merely. That it fliould come to this! But two months... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1765 - 534 страници
...'gainft felf flaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed : things rank and grofs in nature Pofiefs it merely. — That it fhould come to this ! But two... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 288 страници
...felf-flaughter ! Oh, God ! oh, God I How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world. Fie on't ! O, fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That "rows to feed ; things ranV and grofs in nature Poflefs it merely. That it mould come to this ! But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 696 страници
...the old reading to bs the true D 2 How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed ; things rank, and grofs in nature, PofTefs it merely.5 That it mould come to this ! But two months... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 страници
...fuppofe the old reading to be the true How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed ; things rank, and grofs in nature, Poffefs it merely.5 That it fhould come to this ! But two... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 страници
...fuppofe the old reading to be the true How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ules of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed; things rank, and grofs in nature, Poflefs it merely.5 That it fhould come to this ! But two months... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 страници
...felf-flaughter ! O God ! O God I How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed : things rank, and grofs in nature, Poffefs it merely. That it Ihould come to this 1 But two months... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 страници
...Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. {Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, Sfc. POLONIUS, and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon1 'gainst self-slaughter! OGod! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 страници
...Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, fyc. Polonius, and Laertes. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem... | |
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