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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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;
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth,… But sad mortality o’er—sways their… How with this rage shall beauty ho… Whose action is no stronger than a… O, how shall summer’s honey breath…
How sweet and lovely dost thou mak… Which, like a canker in the fragra… Doth spot the beauty of thy buddin… O, in what sweets dost thou thy si… That tongue that tells the story o…
Let not my love be called idolatry… Nor my belovèd as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and prais… To one, of one, still such, and ev… Kind is my love today, tomorrow ki…
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…
I grant thou wert not married to m… And therefore mayst without attain… The dedicated words which writers… Of their fair subject, blessing ev… Thou art as fair in knowledge as i…
Look in thy glass, and tell the fa… Now is the time that face should f… Whose fresh repair if now thou not… Thou dost beguile the world, unble… For where is she so fair whose une…
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…
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…
When in the chronicle of wasted ti… I see descriptions of the fairest… And beauty making beautiful old rh… In praise of ladies dead, and love… Then, in the blazon of sweet beaut…
When I consider every thing that… Holds in perfection but a little m… That this huge stage presenteth no… Whereon the stars in secret influe… When I perceive that men as plant…
O truant Muse, what shall be thy… For thy neglect of truth in beauty… Both truth and beauty on my love d… So dost thou too, and therein dign… Make answer, Muse. Wilt thou not…
When thou shalt be disposed to set… And place my merit in the eye of s… Upon thy side, against myself I’l… And prove thee virtuous, though th… With mine own weakness being best…
Your love and pity doth th’ impres… Which vulgar scandal stamped upon… For what care I who calls me well… So you o’ergreen my bad, my good a… You are my all the world, and I m…
O, that you were yourself! but, lo… No longer yours than you yourself… Against this coming end you should… And your sweet semblance to some o… So should that beauty which you ho…