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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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…
Cupid laid by his brand and fell a… A maid of Dian’s this advantage f… And his love-kindling fire did qui… In a cold valley-fountain of that… Which borrowed from this holy fire…
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,
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely p… They have their exits and their en… And one man in his time plays many… His acts being seven ages. At fir…
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…
I never saw that you did painting… And therefore to your fair no pain… I found, or thought I found, you… The barren tender of a poet’s debt… And therefore have I slept in you…
When my love swears that she is ma… I do believe her, though I know s… That she might think me some untut… Unskilful in the world’s false for… Thus vainly thinking that she thin…
Canst thou, O cruel, say I love t… When I against my self with thee… Do I not think on thee when I for… Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy… Who hateth thee that I do call my…
Is it for fear to wet a widow’s ey… That thou consum’st thy self in si… Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to… The world will wail thee like a ma… The world will be thy widow and st…
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere,
In faith, I do not love thee with… For they in thee a thousand errors… But 'tis my heart that loves what… Who in despite of view is pleased… Nor are mine cars with thy tongue’…
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…
If thy soul check thee that I com… Swear to thy blind soul that I wa… And will thy soul knows is admitte… Thus far for love, my love suit, s… Will will fulfil the treasure of t…
No longer mourn for me when I am… Than you shall hear the surly sull… Give warning to the world that I… From this vile world with vilest w… Nay if you read this line, remembe…
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…