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...body, but there remains something of it which is eternal. Baruch Spinoza, Ethics, V, 23 (1677) 1 1 Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? William Shakespeare, Hamlet,... | |
 | Joanne Morra, Mark Robson, Marquard Smith - 2000 - Страниц: 282
...this mortal coil, Must give us pause . . . For who would bear the whips and scorns of time . . . ? ... Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? (HI, i, 56-82) Not to be is... | |
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 | Robert Kastenbaum - 2001 - Страниц: 522
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...To grunt and sweat under a wearv life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than flv to others that we know not of? j Thus conscience does make... | |
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...Afro-American Literary Criticism; Loose Canon: Notes on the Culture Wars; and Colored People—A Memoir. Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards... | |
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That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself 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, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn... 
