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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Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn,
TELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender’d in the eyes,
How can I then return in happy pl… That am debarred the benefit of re… When day’s oppression is not eased… But day by night, and night by day… And each, though enemies to either…
Were’t aught to me I bore the can… With my extern the outward honouri… Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste… Have I not seen dwellers on form…
Thus can my love excuse the slow o… Of my dull bearer, when from thee… From where thou art, why should I… Till I return, of posting is no n… O, what excuse will my poor beast…
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLY… Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial… Draws on apace; four happy days br… Another moon: but, O, methinks, h… This old moon wanes! she lingers m…
Why is my verse so barren of new p… So far from variation or quick cha… Why with the time do I not glance… To new-found methods, and to compo… Why write I still all one, ever t…
IT was a lording’s daughter, the… That liked of her master as well a… Till looking on an Englishman, th… Her fancy fell a-turning. Long was the combat doubtful that…
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers
Since I left you, mine eye is in… And that which governs me to go ab… Doth part his function, and is par… Seems seeing, but effectually is o… For it no form delivers to the hea…
Some say thy fault is youth, some… Some say thy grace is youth and ge… Both grace and faults are loved of… Thou mak’st faults graces that to… As on the finger of a thronèd quee…
Full many a glorious morning have… Flatter the mountain-tops with sov… Kissing with golden face the meado… Gilding pale streams with heavenly… Anon permit the basest clouds to r…
How like a winter hath my absence… From thee, the pleasure of the fle… What freezings have I felt, what… What old December’s bareness ever… And yet this time remov’d was summ…
That god forbid, that made me firs… I should in thought control your t… Or at your hand th’ account of hou… Being your vassal bound to stay yo… O, let me suffer, being at your be…
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…