 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pages
...again, He-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. {^Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, Sjc. Pulomus anil Laertei. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt ,...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! О God ! О God Г How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world... | |
 | 1860 - 520 pages
...after only two months' widowhood, forming an incestuous union with her brother-in-law : — ' Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve...not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! 0 God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pages
...of action. Shakespeare. 5. — Hamlet's Soliloquy on his Mother's Marriage with his Uncle. OH that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1823 - 418 pages
...soliloquies, I confine myself to the two following, being different in their manner : Hamlet. Oh, that this too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself...! 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... | |
 | 1823 - 872 pages
...soliloquies, the two following only shall be quoted, being difieren! in their manner. Hamlet. Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! О God ! О God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pages
...once more take my leave. SHAKSPEAHE CHAP. XXII. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE. OH that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve...everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 pages
...frantic man. The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...! 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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 pages
...clouds shall tell, Re-speaking earthly thunder. [Flourish nf Trumpets and Drums. Exeunt Ham. Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...! 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pages
...again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, $c. Polonius, and Laertes. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,...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 me... | |
 | George Farren - 1826 - 128 pages
...second scene of the play, lie debates on suicide — O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, ii Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the...God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Whilst thus contemplating the evils of life, and chastening... | |
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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. 
