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27. Septembris 2005Comments"For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pang of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes; When he himself might his Quietus make With a bare bodkin?" to die, to sleep
to sleep? perchance to dream? aye, there's the rub for in that sleep of death that dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause un es no galvas rakstīju, a tavs teksts javno no kaut kurienes iekopēts :) |
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