 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 Seiten
...Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. K. Rich. No matter where ; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs...choose executors, and talk of wills : And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all... | |
 | 1868 - 738 Seiten
...a quotation from Shakespeare, and exclaiming, " For God's-sake, Hunt, " ' let's talk of graves, and worms, and epitaphs : Make dust our paper, and with...on the bosom of the earth : Let's choose executors, aud talk of wills !' " — a choice of subjects which made the old gentlewoman look as if she fancied... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 Seiten
...Where is the duke my father with his power ? K. Ri. No matter where ; of comfort no man speak: Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust...rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let 's choose executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so ; — for what can we bequeatbe, Save our... | |
 | 1842 - 542 Seiten
...of the singular story told by Herodotus. III. 50—53. THE BROTHER AND SISTER. — Of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs...Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow in the bosom of the earth. — King Richard II. Certainly there was something grand about the burial... | |
 | 1842 - 344 Seiten
...of the singular story told by Herodotus. III. 50—53. THE BROTHER AND SISTER. —Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs...Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow in the bosom of the earth.—King Richard II. Certainly there was something grand about the burial... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 Seiten
...epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, anil with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. I-ft's / Bolingbrokc's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 Seiten
...Where is the duke my father, with his power? K. Rick. No matter where. Of comfort no man speak : Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the hosom of the eurth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so ; for what can we hequeath,... | |
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Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death... 
