...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...

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

...Surgeons' or in Stationers' Hall ? Is it so bad to nnearth his bones as his blunders ? Is it not better to gibbet his body on a heath, than his soul in an...are, but we know not what we may be ; " and it is to he hoped we never shall know, if a man who has pasaed through life with n sort of fclat, is to find...

...most virtues ; honour, truth, benevolence, and charity were her distinguishing characteristics." " We know what we are, but we know not what we may be," exclaims Ophelia. With this thought present, let us not cast a stone at the memory of poor Peg Woffington,...

...[complaining], how my head aches ! — R. &• jful., ii. 5. Lord ! [a sudden snatch of solemnity] we know what we are, but we know not what we may be. — Hamlet, iv. 5. Lord, lord ! [pertly] to see what folly reigns in us. — Two G. of V., i. 2. Lord,...

...are visible." This legend reminds one of Ophelia's " They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know •what we are, but we know not what we may be," a piece of un-natural history fully commented upon by Mr. Thorns in his Notelets on Shakespeare, pp....

...Surgeons' or in Stationers' Hall? Is it so bad to unearth his bones as his blunders t I it not better est reign, Even in that glorious vision, which to see And T We know what we are. but we know not what we may be ; and It is to be hoped we never shall know,...

...constrained. Then he laughed. " You are making me quote poetry," he said ; " you and the music together. ' We know what we are, but we know not what we may be.' " He walked across the room and stared out of the open window into the dark. Evelyn felt nervous, not...

...married to Mr. Shylock, of Chatham Street. Oph. Has the lawyer married the old-clothes man ? Lord, we know what we are, but we know not what we may come to. I hope all will be well. I cannot choose but weep, Por. Amicus curia:—preserve me from my...

...consciousness in full of the meaning of it all, we read the signs of the past and of to-day. " AVe know what we are, but we know not what we may be," in all the detail that our children's children will see and live. Yet we know that the race has a future...