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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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…
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…
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 of… But since your worth—wide as the o…
If thou survive my well-contented… When that churl Death my bones wi… And shalt by fortune once more re-… These poor rude lines of thy decea… Compare them with the bett’ring of…
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…
They that have power to hurt and w… That do not do the thing, they mos… Who, moving others, are themselves… Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation s… They rightly do inherit heaven’s g…
Betwixt mine eye and heart a leagu… And each doth good turns now unto… When that mine eye is famished for… Or heart in love with sighs himsel… With my love’s picture then my eye…
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…
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…
Say that thou didst forsake me for… And I will comment upon that offe… Speak of my lameness, and I strai… Against thy reasons making no defe… Thou canst not, love, disgrace me…
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…
COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court’sied when you have, and kiss… The wild waves whist,— Foot it featly here and there;
How careful was I, when I took my… Each trifle under truest bars to t… That to my use it might unusèd sta… From hands of falsehood, in sure w… But thou, to whom my jewels trifle…
The expense of spirit in a waste o… Is lust in action; and till action… Is perjured, murderous, bloody, fu… Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not… Enjoy’d no sooner but despised str…
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, Come hither, come hither, come hit…