Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo, after seeing the Ghost,
Some say that ever gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.
Alas, ’tis true I have gone here and thereAnd made myself a motley to the view,Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,Made old offences of affections new;Most true it is that I have look’d on truthAskance and strangely: but, by all above,These blenches gave my heart another youth,And worse essays proved thee…
Is perjured, murderous, bloody full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,Past reason hunted, and no sooner hadPast reason hated as a swallowed baitOn purpose laid to make the taker mad.Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;A bliss in proof, and proved,…
The night sky couldn’t beMore beautiful than this. Innumerable stars glowedBright as jewels on aWide spread black cashmere. It was calm and serene,So it seemed out of my window. There was a chill in the air.And a sweet scent, did it carry. Yes, the scent of magnolia, it wasThat bloomed at this hour of night….
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as…
Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eyeThat thou consumest thyself in single life?Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;The world will be thy widow and still weepThat thou no form of thee hast left behind,When every private widow well may keepBy children’s eyes her…
As told to a child When we locked up the house at night,We always locked the flowers outsideAnd cut them off from window light.The time I dreamed the door was triedAnd brushed with buttons upon sleeves,The flowers were out there with the thieves.Yet nobody molested them!We did find one nasturtiumUpon the steps with bitten stem.I…
