 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 стор.
...self-slaughter ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed...things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead ; nay, not so much ; not two ;— So excellent a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 стор.
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. 8 That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! — nay, not so much, not two ; So excellent... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 стор.
...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...things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. It is not, nor it cannot come to, good : But break, my heart ; for I must hold my tongue ! I am sick... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 стор.
...resolve* itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd Hiscanonf 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem...this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, [ture, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in naPossess it merelyJ. That it should come to this!... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 стор.
...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 to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! Oh fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 стор.
...How wear}1, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uws of this world ! Fie on't ! O 6e ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.6 That it should come to this! But two months dead ! — nay, not so much, not two: So excellent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 стор.
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely •4. That it should come to this ! But two months dead!—nay, not so much, not two: So excellent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 стор.
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely 24. That it should come to this ! But two months dead! — nay, not so much, not two : So excellent... | |
 | 1826 - 508 стор.
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! (c.) 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! — nay, not so much, — not two — So excellent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 стор.
...itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canonf 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem...to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.j That it should come to this! But two months dead! — nay, not so muph, not two: So excellent... | |
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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! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. 
