 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 ! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie...  History of English literature, tr. by H. van Laun - Sida 337efter Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1871Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | John Timbs - 1829 - 354 sidor
...ccccxx. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of the world '. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed;...things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. Shakspeare. CCCCXXI. Who frowns at others' feasts, had better bide away. — Sir P. Sidney. CCCCXXII.... | |
 | 1829 - 846 sidor
...silence was partially restored, he continued his soliloquy. His delivery of the lines, " Fye on't, oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed : things rank and gross in nature," &c. was one of his new readings — for holding up his finger, and looking towards the audience with... | |
 | Eva, Mrs. W. Johnson - 1830 - 310 sidor
...already received at her hands, Mrs. Bouverie began her story as follows. CHAPTER XXVI. • Fie on it! fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed:...nature Possess it, merely that it should come to this 1 But two months dead !—nay, not so much as two. SRAKSPBARV. " My father wa8 a gentleman of considerable... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 sidor
...caroui*.—GirronD'i Mast,ngrr, vol. i. »39. ll,,m, U. that this too too solid flesh would 1nelt, Thaw, and resolve' itself into a dew ! Or that the...not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fye on't! O... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 sidor
...carom*. — GirFonn'» M«ssi«£«r, vol. i. *39. I l'i<" O, that this too too solid flesh would mi-It, Thaw, and resolve' itself into a dew ! Or that the...not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 sidor
...itself into a dew ! Or, that the Everlasting had notfix'd Hiscanon"gainst«elf-slauirhter! O (Jod! 0 God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie1 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 sidor
...Queen, Lords, SfC. Polonius, Г"Г»- 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 canon4 'gainst scll'-slaunhter ! 0 God ! 0 God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to... | |
 | Plantagenet - 1835 - 950 sidor
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! J-'ye on't ! 0 rye ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature. Possess it merely. CHAPTER VII. " Mirk you, too, my Lord Claudius, yonder lordling, And that, and that — why Gad a'... | |
 | Edward Mammatt - 1836 - 364 sidor
...self-slaughter ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed...things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely." The truth of this description of the mental state of approaching melancholia, admits of corroboration... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 sidor
...itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon3 '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 ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it... | |
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