 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 pagina’s
...grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, —...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises... | |
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 pagina’s
...To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises... | |
 | C. R. Snyder - 2001 - 416 pagina’s
...To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death. The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. References 1. Greenherg, J., Solomon S., & Pyszczynski, T. (1997). Terror management theory of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 pagina’s
...To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns - puzzles...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, The Tragedie of Hamlet 103 The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art Is not more vgly to... | |
 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 pagina’s
...quietus: legal term meaning full discharge. ' bodkin: dagger. '' fardels: burdens. 'bourn: region. No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises... | |
 | Keith Sanger - 2002 - 113 pagina’s
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 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 pagina’s
...To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles...know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises... | |
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No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... 
