 | Phillip Sipiora, James S. Baumlin - 2002 - 258 страници
...Lear that "Ripeness is all" (5.2.11), or with Touchstone's bittersweet remark in As You Like It that "from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, / And then from hour to hour we rot and rot" (2.7.26-27)—either of which speaks of ordinary if relentless cbronos-t1me. Even Gertrude's platitude... | |
 | Allardyce Nicoll - 1955 - 192 страници
...them, this undeniable truth may seem a trifle futile. Touchstone, to do him justice, goes on: "And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot." He dares to speak in Arcadia, where one can never grow old, of Time's inevitable processes of... | |
 | Kevin J. Porter - 2002 - 312 страници
...hung pitifully as vengeful trophies. Around Marigold's neck a large blood-stained card proclaimed: From hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tail and his hag. "What?" Abby whispered, terrified. "Don't come in," I ordered.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 1344 страници
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 | Agnes Heller - 2002 - 375 страници
...wags. / 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, / And after an 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.' When I did hear / The motley fool thus moral on the time / My lungs... | |
 | Lawrance Binda - 2003 - 140 страници
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 | William Shakespeare - 2003 - 205 страници
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 | Natalie Rice Clark - 2003 - 200 страници
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 | William Shakespeare - 2003 - 72 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. 
