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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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…
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…
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds o… So I, made lame by Fortune’s dear… Take all my comfort of thy worth a… For whether beauty, birth, or weal…
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…
So am I as the rich whose blessèd… Can bring him to his sweet up-lock… The which he will not every hour s… For blunting the fine point of sel… Therefore are feasts so solemn and…
Those hours, that with gentle work… The lovely gaze where every eye do… Will play the tyrants to the very… And that unfair which fairly doth… For never-resting time leads summe…
Or I shall live your epitaph to m… Or you survive when I in earth am… From hence your memory death canno… Although in me each part will be f… Your name from hence immortal life…
When I consider everything that g… 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 HOW much more doth beauty beau… By that sweet ornament which truth… The Rose looks fair, but fairer w… For that sweet odour which doth in… The Canker-blooms have full as de…
YOU spotted snakes with double to… Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong… Come not near our fairy queen. Philomel, with melody,
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…
SHALL I compare thee to a Summe… Thou art more lovely and more temp… Rough winds do shake the darling b… And Summer’s lease hath all too s… Sometime too hot the eye of heaven…
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn,
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…