...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 seed;...this , Hyperion to a satyr ; so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember...

...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;...this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I...

...'tis an urnveeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.8 That it should come to this! But two months dead!...excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly....

...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.8 That it should come to this ! But two months dead!...excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr:9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 1 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly....

...OGod! 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;...this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember?...

...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Tye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things...this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I...

...O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! Ah fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed...this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I...

...God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! ! Fie on't! Ah fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed...this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I...

...his thoughts on her sudden forgetfulneis of his father, and the indecency of her hasty mar-. riage. i That it should come to this! But two months dead !...this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...

...'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.4 That it should come to this ! But two months dead...this, Hyperion to a satyr:* so loving to my mother, 9 — — resolve itself into a i&•» .'] Resolve means the same as dissolve. Ben Jonson uses the...