 | Kevin J. Porter - 2002 - 313 页
...hung pitifully as vengeful trophies. Around Marigold's neck a large blood-stained card proclaimed: From hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from...hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tail and his hag. "What?" Abby whispered, terrified. "Don't come in," I ordered. I walked over to the... | |
 | Will Durant - 2002 - 351 页
...It (1600), "Monsieur Melancholy Jacques" reminds us that the only certainty in life is death: And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby bangs a tale. (2.7) In Hamlet (1601) a brutal crime embitters the highly refined son of the victim... | |
 | Michael Knee - 2002 - 310 页
...texture, cell wall metabolism and consumer perceptions Robert J. Redgwell and Monica Fischer And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe and then from hour to hour we rot and rot and therebv hangs a tale 3.1 Introduction W. Shakespeare During the 1980s, a wealth of data accumulated... | |
 | Phillip Sipiora, James S. Baumlin - 2002 - 276 页
...Lear that "Ripeness is all" (5.2.11), or with Touchstone's bittersweet remark in As You Like It that "from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, / And then from hour to hour we rot and rot" (2.7.26-27)—either of which speaks of ordinary if relentless cbronos-t1me. Even Gertrude's platitude... | |
 | Philipp Wolf - 2002 - 224 页
...NewYork, 1980, 24. Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, And then from hour to hour, we rot, and rot Shakespeare is perhaps recalling Chaucer when he has Jaques respond like a cock: "My lungs began to... | |
 | Allardyce Nicoll - 1955 - 196 页
...them, this undeniable truth may seem a trifle futile. Touchstone, to do him justice, goes on: "And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot." He dares to speak in Arcadia, where one can never grow old, of Time's inevitable processes of maturity... | |
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Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. 
