sábado, 20 de junio de 2009

Ophelia


To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia:

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt thou the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt, I love.

O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;
I have not art to reckonmy groans;
but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it! Adieu.

-Thine, evermore, most dear lady...
-(Whilst this machine is to him), -Hamlet.

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