måndag 24 oktober 2011

On sorrows

On sorrows of which life is filled
The words of Shakespeare’s Hamlet
Delivers some strength and solace.

King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death
The memory be green, and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe,
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
That we with wisest sorrow think of him.

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