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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And let me the canakin clink, clin… And let me the canakin clink A soldier’s a man; A life’s but a span; Why, then, let a soldier drink.
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…
If thy soul check thee that I com… Swear to thy blind soul that I wa… And will thy soul knows is admitte… Thus far for love, my love suit, s… Will will fulfil the treasure of t…
Weary with toil, I haste me to my… The dear repose for limbs with tra… But then begins a journey in my he… To work my mind, when body’s work’… For then my thoughts, from far whe…
Lo! in the orient when the graciou… Lifts up his burning head, each un… Doth homage to his new-appearing s… Serving with looks his sacred maje… And having climb’d the steep-up he…
Enobarbus describes Queen Cleopat… Enobarbus: I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burni… Burned on the water: the poop was… Purple the sails, and so perfumed…
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,
Who is it that says most, which ca… Than this rich praise—that you alo… In whose confine immurèd is the st… Which should example where your eq… Lean penury within that pen doth d…
My tongue-tied Muse in manners ho… While comments of your praise, ric… Reserve their character with golde… And precious phrase by all the Mu… I think good thoughts whilst other…
From fairest creatures we desire i… That thereby beauty’s rose might n… But as the riper should by time de… His tender heir might bear his mem… But thou, contracted to thine own…
Those lips that Love’s own hand d… Breathed forth the sound that said… To me that languish’d for her sake… But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy co…
When forty winters shall besiege t… And dig deep trenches in thy beaut… Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed… Will be a tatter’d weed, of small… Then being ask’d where all thy bea…
Thy glass will show thee how thy b… Thy dial how thy precious minutes… These vacant leaves thy mind’s imp… And of this book, this learning ma… The wrinkles which thy glass will…
Our remedies oft in ourselves do l… Which we ascribe to heaven. The f… Gives us free scope, only doth bac… Our slow designs when we ourselves… What power is it which mounts my l…