pretty much the whole play. but especially…
o that this too too solid flesh would melt
thaw and disolve itself in to a dew
or that heaven had not fixed itself gainst
self-slaughter…..
hold the mirror up to nature
i have shot my arrow over the house and hit my brother
doubt thou the stars are fire
doubt that the sun doth move
doubt truth to be a liar
but never doubt i love
there’s rue for you
to thine own self be true. and it must follow as the night the day, thou canst not be false to any man.
Feb 08, 2007, 11:48AM PST | 0 comments
I wasted time and now doth time waste me
Feb 08, 2007, 11:36AM PST | 0 comments
Go play, boy, play. thy mother plays, and i
play too, but so disgraced a part whose issue
will hiss me to my grave.
Feb 08, 2007, 11:34AM PST | 0 comments
when in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
i all alone beweep my outcast state
and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
and look upon myself and curse my fate
wishing me like to one more rich in hope
featured like him – like him with friends possessed
admiring this man’s art and that man’s scope
with what i most enjoy contented least
yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
happily i think on thee; and then my state
like to the lark at break of day arrising
from sullen earth sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
for thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
that then i scorn to change my state with kings.
Feb 08, 2007, 11:26AM PST | 0 comments
she should have died hereafter
there would have been a time for such a word
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day today
to the last syllable of recorded time
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death – out out brief candle
life’s but a walking shadow. a poor player
who struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. it is a tale
told by an idiot full of sound and fury
signifying nothing.
Feb 08, 2007, 11:18AM PST | 1 comment