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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Shall I compare thee to a summer’… Thou art more lovely and more temp… Rough winds do shake the darling b… And summer’s lease hath all too sh… Sometime too hot the eye of heaven…
If my dear love were but the child… It might for Fortune’s bastard be… As subject to Time’s love or to T… Weeds among weeds, or flowers with… No, it was builded far from accide…
Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo… Some say that ever ‘gainst that se… Wherein our Saviour’s birth is ce… This bird of dawning singeth all n… And then, they say, no spirit dare…
And let me the canakin clink, clin… And let me the canakin clink A soldier’s a man; A life’s but a span; Why, then, let a soldier drink.
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here… And made myself a motley to the vi… Gored mine own thoughts, sold chea… Made old offences of affections ne… Most true it is that I have look’…
Our revels now are ended. These o… As I foretold you, were all spiri… Are melted into air, into thin air… And, like the baseless fabric of t… The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorge…
My tongue-tied Muse in manners ho… While comments of your praise, ric… Reserve their character with golde… And precious phrase by all the Mu… I think good thoughts whilst other…
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…
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
What is your substance, whereof ar… That millions of strange shadows o… Since every one hath, every one, o… And you, but one, can every shadow… Describe Adonis, and the counterf…
No, Time, thou shalt not boast th… Thy pyramids built up with newer m… To me are nothing novel, nothing s… They are but dressings of a former… Our dates are brief, and therefore…
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;
Sin of self-love possesseth all mi… And all my soul, and all my every… And for this sin there is no remed… It is so grounded inward in my hea… Methinks no face so gracious is as…
Th’ expense of spirit in a waste o… Is lust in action; and, till actio… Is perjured, murderous, bloody ful… Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not… Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd str…
Accuse me thus: that I have scant… Wherein I should your great deser… Forgot upon your dearest love to c… Whereto all bonds do tie me day by… That I have frequent been with un…