...Gasteropods or to the Amcebas, his admiration and exaltation of our demi-god go one step farther than mine. 'We know what we are, but we know not what we may be,' as Ophelia says, so that I may even yet be brought to believe that Shakespeare anticipated Darwin,...

...aberration, quotes snatches of old ballads. She says, " They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but we know not what we may be. God be at your table." Caliban, when remonstrating with the drunken Stephano and Trinculo, on their...

...scatters out the secrets of her virgin heart : " They say the o'wl was a baker's daughter. — Lord, we know what we are, but we know not what we may be. — God be at your table ! " And again : " I hope all will be well. We must be patient ; but I cannot...

...Hall ? is It so bad to unearth his bones as his blunders ? Is it not better to gibbet his body oti a heath than his soul in an octavo ? ' We know what...If a man who has passed through life with a sort of MM is to find himself a mountebank on the other side of Styx, and made, like poor Joe Blackett, the...

...by side with that of the master of the pare aux cerfs, may we not exclaim in the words of Ophelia, " We know what we are, but we know not what we may be " ? To the honour of Orléans be it said, that even he respected the purity of this young soul, which...

...Surgeons' or in Stationers' Hall ? Is it so bad to unearth his bones as his blunders? Is it not better to gibbet his body on a heath, than his soul in an oetavo? " We know what we are, but we know not what we may be ;" and it is to be hoped we never shall...

...prison dress ! Once more I cannot refrain from quoting the wondrous wise words of the mad Ophelia : We know what we are, but we know not what we may be ! Her judge was the brutal Fouquier Tinville ; her accuser, Zamore. The blow might have well come from...

...comes to us so freshly across the dead centuries, while the echo of her sweet voice singing, " Lord, we know what we are ; but we know not what we may be," lives in our hearts with all our household words and treasures. I always think of Ophelia as a slender...

...folks as worthy or worthier under it, and that the next turn may lower ourselves.' ' Exactly so. " We know what we are, but we know not what we may be," ' said Mrs Fleetwood with a nod of intelligence at Winny, who nodded back her answer that she knew...

...King. How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Well, heaven 'ield you ! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. We know what we are, but we know not what we may be. King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let's have no words of this; but when they ask you what it...