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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Thine eyes I love, and they, as p… Knowing thy heart torment me with… Have put on black, and loving mour… Looking with pretty ruth upon my p… And truly not the morning sun of h…
ON a day—alack the day!— Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind
Let me confess that we two must be… Although our undivided loves are o… So shall those blots that do with… Without thy help, by me be borne a… In our two loves there is but one…
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…
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere,
Or whether doth my mind, being cro… Drink up the monarch’s plague, thi… Or whether shall I say mine eye s… And that your love taught it this… To make of monsters, and things in…
So shall I live, supposing thou a… Like a deceived husband; so love’s… May still seem love to me, though… Thy looks with me, thy heart in ot… For there can live no hatred in th…
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…
But wherefore do not you a mightie… Make war upon this bloody tyrant,… And fortify your self in your deca… With means more blessèd than my ba… Now stand you on the top of happy…
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…
THY bosom is endeared with all he… Which I, by lacking, have suppose… And there reigns Love, and all Lo… And all those friends which I tho… How many a holy and obsequious tea…
Enobarbus describes Queen Cleopat… Enobarbus: I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burni… Burned on the water: the poop was… Purple the sails, and so perfumed…
Some glory in their birth, some in… Some in their wealth, some in thei… Some in their garments, though new… Some in their hawks and hounds, so… And every humour hath his adjunct…
I grant thou wert not married to m… And therefore mayst without attain… The dedicated words which writers… Of their fair subject, blessing ev… Thou art as fair in knowledge as i…
How can I then return in happy pl… That am debarred the benefit of re… When day’s oppression is not eased… But day by night, and night by day… And each, though enemies to either…