| For who would bear the whips and scorns of time th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of disprized 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? | |
| For who would bear the whips and scorns of time... the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely... the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay... the insolence of office, and the spurns... that patient merit of the unworthy takes... | |
| For who would bear the whips and scorns of time th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of disprized 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? | |
| For who would bear the whips and scorns of time... the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely... the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay... the insolence of office, and the spurns... that patient merit of the unworthy takes... | |
