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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WHEN to the Sessions of sweet si… I summon up remembrance of things… I sigh the lack of many a thing I… And with old woes new wail my dear… Then can I drown an eye, unused t…
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere,
Thine eyes I love, and they, as p… Knowing thy heart torment me with… Have put on black, and loving mour… Looking with pretty ruth upon my p… And truly not the morning sun of h…
My glass shall not persuade me I… So long as youth and thou are of o… But when in thee Time’s furrows I… Then look I death my days should… For all that beauty that doth cove…
If the dull substance of my flesh… Injurious distance should not stop… For then despite of space I would… From limits far remote, where thou… No matter then although my foot di…
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely p… They have their exits and their en… And one man in his time plays many… His acts being seven ages. At fir…
When thou shalt be disposed to set… And place my merit in the eye of s… Upon thy side against myself I’ll… And prove thee virtuous, though th… With mine own weakness being best…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’… Thou art more lovely and more temp… Rough winds do shake the darling b… And summer’s lease hath all too sh… Sometime too hot the eye of heaven…
Where art thou, Muse, that thou f… To speak of that which gives thee… Spend’st thou thy fury on some wor… Darkening thy power to lend base s… Return, forgetful Muse, and strai…
O me! what eyes hath love put in m… Which have no correspondence with… Or, if they have, where is my judg… That censures falsely what they se… If that be fair whereon my false e…
For shame, deny that thou bear’st… Who for thy self art so unproviden… Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belo… But that thou none lov’st is most… For thou art so possessed with mur…
Not from the stars do I my judgme… And yet methinks I have astronomy… But not to tell of good or evil lu… Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons… Nor can I fortune to brief minute…
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ev… Now, while the world is bent my de… join with the spite of fortune, ma… And do not drop in for an after-lo… Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'sc…
Canst thou, O cruel, say I love t… When I against my self with thee… Do I not think on thee when I for… Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy… Who hateth thee that I do call my…
So oft have I invoked thee for my… And found such fair assistance in… As every alien pen hath got my use… And under thee their poesy dispers… Thine eyes, that taught the dumb o…