Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

"It is not nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue."

"A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
No more."

"Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice"

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