 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 sivua
...resolve itself into a dew5; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter6. O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie7! 'tis an un weeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 sivua
...resolve 3 itself into a dew ; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 4 '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, 1 Jovial... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 sivua
...thunder. Come away. [Flourish. Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, itc. POLONIUS, and LAERTES. Ham. O ! that this too , too solid flesh would melt , Thaw , and...itself into a dew ; Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem... | |
 | George Jones - 1844 - 278 sivua
...existence, but which is checked in contemplating the Ecclesiastical law of God,—viz.: " Oh, 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 !" The Spanish author translates it thus, — giving the latter... | |
 | Laman Blanchard - 1846 - 438 sivua
...things." Thus Hamlet the instant he is alone gives vent to his weariness and distate of life — Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve...that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self slaughter. His total disregard of life he expresses to Horatio and Marcellus — I do not set... | |
 | Nicolás Fernández de Moratín - 1846 - 702 sivua
...solid flesh would melt Thaw, and resolve itself inlo a dew! Or that Ihe Everlasting liad not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God: How weary , stale , flat , and unprofitable, Seem lo me all the uses of Ibis vVorld ! Fie on'l ! O fie ! 'lis an unweeded garden, Tbat grows to seed... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1847 - 516 sivua
...soliloquies, I confine myself to the two following, being different in their manner. Hamlet. Oh, 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! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and uaprofitable, Seem... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 sivua
...itself into a dew ; Orthat the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. О God ! О on't ! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess... | |
 | 1848 - 936 sivua
...to die and enter the dark and unknown future, he cries in bitterness of spirit : — " O, that thls too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter !" But his better jndgment, and his invincible will combine, and ext«rt from him that unwilling sentence... | |
 | Sir Edward Strachey - 1848 - 116 sivua
...conscience in draughts of Rhenish, and Hamlet is left alone, to give full vent to his feelings : — 0, 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! 0 Godl 0 God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seems... | |
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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! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely. 
