Monday, January 26, 2009


"How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world. "

"Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee,
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself? "

"How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! "

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