Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2. Polonius.
Modern version:
“You may wonder if the stars are fire, You may wonder if the sun moves across the sky. You may wonder if the truth is a liar, But never wonder if I love.”
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Those petty wrongs that liberty co… When I am sometime absent from th… Thy beauty and thy years full well… For still temptation follows where… Gentle thou art and therefore to b…
Cupid laid by his brand and fell a… A maid of Dian’s this advantage f… And his love-kindling fire did qui… In a cold valley-fountain of that… Which borrowed from this holy fire…
But be contented when that fell ar… Without all bail shall carry me aw… My life hath in this line some int… Which for memorial still with thee… When thou reviewest this, thou dos…
COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be lai… Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid… My shroud of white, stuck all with…
How like a winter hath my absence… From thee, the pleasure of the fle… What freezings have I felt, what… What old December’s bareness ever… And yet this time remov’d was summ…
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages… Golden lads and girls all must,
Is it for fear to wet a widow’s ey… That thou consum’st thy self in si… Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to… The world will wail thee like a ma… The world will be thy widow and st…
From “A Midsummer-Night’s Dream,… PUCK sings: NOW the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
Look in thy glass, and tell the fa… Now is the time that face should f… Whose fresh repair if now thou not… Thou dost beguile the world, unble… For where is she so fair whose une…
THAT time of year thou may’st in… When yellow leaves, or none, or fe… Upon those boughs which shake agai… Bare ruin’d choirs where late the… In me thou see’st the twilight of…
In loving thee thou know’st I am… But thou art twice forsworn to me… In act thy bed-vow broke and new f… In vowing new hate after new love… But why of two oaths’ breach do I…
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue… Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful… O, but with mine compare thou thin… And thou shalt find it merits not… Or, if it do, not from those lips…
Alack, what poverty my Muse bring… That having such a scope to show h… The argument all bare is of more w… Than when it hath my added praise… O, blame me not if I no more can…
Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn,
What is your substance, whereof ar… That millions of strange shadows o… Since every one hath, every one, o… And you, but one, can every shadow… Describe Adonis, and the counterf…