 The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...  The British Essayists: The Spectator - Strana 122podľa Alexander Chalmers - 1802Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Robin Varnum, Christina T. Gibbons - 2001 - Počet stránok 254
...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, The pangs of despis'd love,...might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, That... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - Počet stránok 260
...celebrated soliloquy and nowhere else in Shakespeare's works:1 The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes When he himself...might his quietus make With a bare bodkin; who would fardels bear. (m, i, 72-5) The dramatist seems to have recalled the tribulations of Lucius, the ass,... | |
 | George M. Marakas - 2003 - Počet stránok 648
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 | Estate of Jerry J. Phillips, Stephen Chippendale - 2001 - Počet stránok 146
...against a sea of troubles. . . . For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, —Hamlet, Act III, Sc. 1, by William... | |
 | Janet Hill - 2002 - Počet stránok 266
...ways all lives are difficult: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - Počet stránok 244
...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, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make... | |
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