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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Why didst thou promise such a beau… And make me travel forth without m… To let base clouds o’ertake me in… Hiding thy brav’ry in their rotten… 'Tis not enough that through the c…
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…
When thou shalt be disposed to set… And place my merit in the eye of s… Upon thy side against myself I’ll… And prove thee virtuous, though th… With mine own weakness being best…
Tir’d with all these, for restful… As, to behold desert a beggar born… And needy nothing trimm’d in jolli… And purest faith unhappily forswor… And gilded honour shamefully mispl…
How heavy do I journey on the way… When what I seek, my weary travel… Doth teach that case and that repo… “Thus far the miles are measured f… The beast that bears me, tired wit…
When to the sessions of sweet sile… I summon up remembrance of things… I sigh the lack of many a thing I… And with old woes new wail my dear… Then can I drown an eye, unus’d t…
So are you to my thoughts as food… Or as sweet-seasoned showers are t… And for the peace of you I hold s… As 'twixt a miser and his wealth i… Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Beshrew that heart that makes my h… For that deep wound it gives my fr… Is’t not enough to torture me alon… But slave to slavery my sweet’st f… Me from my self thy cruel eye hath…
The other two, slight air and purg… Are both with thee, wherever I ab… The first my thought, the other my… These present-absent with swift mo… For when these quicker elements ar…
Those petty wrongs that liberty co… When I am sometime absent from th… Thy beauty and thy years full well… For still temptation follows where… Gentle thou art and therefore to b…
O, that you were your self! But,… 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…
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…
O, for my sake do you with Fortun… The guilty goddess of my harmful d… That did not better for my life pr… Than public means which public man… Thence comes it that my name recei…
Devouring Time blunt thou the lio… And make the earth devour her own… Pluck the keen teeth from the fier… And burn the long-lived phoenix, i… Make glad and sorry seasons as tho…
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…