 | Anecdotes - 1842 - 242 pages
...— " 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." Upon hearing this, I told him if again he annoyed the company with his nonsense, I would turn him out... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 pages
...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 - 1843 - 646 pages
...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 - 1843 - 594 pages
...into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed 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, O fie ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pages
...into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed 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, O fie ! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1843 - 566 pages
...weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on 't ! O fye ! 't is an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. " . Again : — " I have of late (but, wherefore, I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 pages
...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 pages
...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! Ofie! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank , and gross in nature , Possess... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 pages
...w'eary, stale, fla't, and unpro'fitable, See'm to m"e/ all the u'ses of this wo'rld ! Fie o'n't ! oh fi'e ! 'tis an unwe'eded gar'den, That grows to see'd ; things ra'nk, and gro'ss in n'ature, Posse'ss-it me'rely. That it should come to th"is ! But two months de'ad ; na'y, not so much ; not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pages
...itself into a dew ; Orthat the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. О God ! О ! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it... | |
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O, 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! 
