O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 2
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 2
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-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
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-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
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-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
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