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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The little love god lying once asl… Laid by his side his heart-inflami… Whilst many nymphs that vowed chas… Came tripping by; but in her maide… The fairest votary took up that fi…
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,
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like… Coral is far more red than her lip… If snow be white, why then her bre… If hairs be wires, black wires gro… I have seen roses damasked, red an…
Alack, what poverty my Muse bring… That having such a scope to show h… The argument all bare is of more w… Than when it hath my added praise… O, blame me not if I no more can…
What’s in the brain that ink may c… Which hath not figured to thee my… What’s new to speak, what now to r… That may express my love, or thy d… Nothing, sweet boy, but yet, like…
To be, or not to be: that is the q… Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to… The slings and arrows of outrageou… Or to take arms against a sea of t… And by opposing end them? To die:…
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…
O, never say that I was false of… Though absence seem’d my flame to… As easy might I from myself depar… As from my soul, which in thy brea… That is my home of love: if I hav…
Tired with all these, for restful… As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jolli… And purest faith unhappily forswor… And gilded honour shamefully mispl…
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 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…
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…
Music to hear, why hear’st thou mu… Sweets with sweets war not, joy de… Why lov’st thou that which thou re… Or else receiv’st with pleasure th… If the true concord of well-tunèd…
When my love swears that she is ma… I do believe her, though I know s… That she might think me some untut… Unlearned in the world’s false sub… Thus vainly thinking that she thin…
From fairest creatures we desire i… That thereby beauty’s rose might n… But as the riper should by time de… His tender heir might bear his mem… But thou, contracted to thine own…