Read the excerpt below and answer the question. Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so (act 2, scene 2) This quotation from Hamlet reflects the fact that Shakespeare lived in a time of . humanism revenge tragedy skepticism tragic heroes

Proofread the passage and identify the spelling and punctuation errors. no one knows the exect cause of diabetes. most people who get type 2 diabetes are older, but now younger people are being diagnosed with it. like many young people, you are probably thinking, "why should i be concerned about diabetes? " the truth is that both the center for disease control and the american diabetes association are quite alarmed about the increase in type 2 diabetes among young people. information gathered in the 1990s showed a rapid increase in type 2 diabetes in children. during the 2000s, this trend is continue. scientists who study diabetes are finding that 85 percent of the children who are diagnosed with type 2 diabetes are overweight. but that is just one reason for the increase. children are at risk for type 2 diabetes if they are inactive, have a family history of diabetes, or are from african american, american indian, or asian american families.

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Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream