 | George Rapanos - 2006 - 295 pàgines
...more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To...pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor' s wrong, the proud man'... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin, William Shakespeare, Abigail Frost - 2004 - 164 pàgines
...more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd To die,...pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; Act iii Sci Hamlet spurns Ophelia's love with cruel words, and she cries out in despair... | |
 | Joseph Fins - 2006 - 324 pàgines
...thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to— 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the...pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time . . ." He was glad that there was someone... | |
 | David R. Henderson, Charles L. Hooper - 2006 - 304 pàgines
...thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the...pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,... | |
 | Marvin W. Hunt - 2007 - 272 pàgines
...thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished — to die, to sleep — To sleep, perchance to dream — ay, there's...pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's... | |
 | Dan Millman - 2007 - 196 pàgines
...more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To...perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come . . . During this period, I wandered through campus like a homeless man... | |
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tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep... 
