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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From you have I been absent in th… When proud pied April, dressed in… Hath put a spirit of youth in ever… That heavy Saturn laughed and lea… Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the…
O, how I faint when I of you do w… Knowing a better spirit doth use y… And in the praise thereof spends a… To make me tongue-tied, speaking o… But since your worth, wide as the…
Tir’d with all these, for restful… As, to behold desert a beggar born… And needy nothing trimm’d in jolli… And purest faith unhappily forswor… And gilded honour shamefully mispl…
From “A Midsummer-Night’s Dream,… PUCK sings: NOW the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
Take all my loves, my love, yea, t… What hast thou then more than thou… No love, my love, that thou mayst… All mine was thine, before thou ha… Then if for my love, thou my love…
O, never say that I was false of… Though absence seem’d my flame to… As easy might I from myself depar… As from my soul, which in thy brea… That is my home of love: if I hav…
In the old age black was not count… Or if it were, it bore not beauty’… But now is black beauty’s successi… And beauty slandered with a bastar… For since each hand hath put on N…
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…
Our revels now are ended. These o… As I foretold you, were all spiri… Are melted into air, into thin air… And, like the baseless fabric of t… The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorge…
How oft, when thou, my music, musi… Upon that blessèd wood whose motio… With thy sweet fingers when thou g… The wiry concord that mine ear con… Do I envy those jacks that nimble…
Not marble, nor the gilded monumen… Of princes, shall outlive this pow… But you shall shine more bright in… Than unswept stone besmear’d with… When wasteful war shall statues ov…
A woman’s face with Nature’s own… Hast thou, the master-mistress of… A woman’s gentle heart, but not ac… With shifting change, as is false… An eye more bright than theirs, le…
When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his n… And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail… When blood is nipp’d and ways be f…
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend… I come to bury Caesar, not to pra… The evil that men do lives after t… The good is oft interred with thei… So let it be with Caesar. The nob…
Like as the waves make towards the… So do our minutes hasten to their… Each changing place with that whic… In sequent toil all forwards do co… Nativity, once in the main of ligh…