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Ophelia, by Jean-Baptiste Bertrand
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

“Doubt thou the stars are fire”
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.

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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