 | Will Durant - 2002 - 351 страници
...It (1600), "Monsieur Melancholy Jacques" reminds us that the only certainty in life is death: And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby bangs a tale. (2.7) In Hamlet (1601) a brutal crime embitters the highly refined son... | |
 | Germaine Greer - 2002 - 168 страници
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 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 1824 страници
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 | Jack Morgan - 2002 - 288 страници
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 | Gregory Orr - 2002 - 250 страници
...cynical Jacques remarks in the middle of the cheerful love story of Shakespeare's As You Like It: "And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, / And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, / And thereby hangs a tale" (2.7). 2. It's worth noting that Whitman is writing this poem at the... | |
 | Margot Waddell - 2002 - 298 страници
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 | Michael Knee - 2002 - 310 страници
...texture, cell wall metabolism and consumer perceptions Robert J. Redgwell and Monica Fischer Anil xo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe and then from hour to hour we rot and ml and thereby hangs a tale W. Shakespeare 3.1 Introduction During the 1980s, a wealth of data accumulated... | |
 | Michelle Lee - 2002 - 444 страници
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 | Philipp Wolf - 2002 - 224 страници
...NewYork, 1980, 24. Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, And then from hour to hour, we rot, and rot Shakespeare is perhaps recalling Chaucer when he has Jaques respond like a cock: "My lungs began... | |
 | Rosalind Fergusson - 2002 - 420 страници
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Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. 
