hamlet.

shit i have to memorize by tomorrow {btw:: typing from memory}

o. that this too, too sullied flesh should melt
thaw and result itself into a dew
or that the everlasting had not fixed
his canon gainst self slaughter! o God, o God,
has how weary sale, flat, and unprofitable
seem to me all the uses of the world!
Fie 'n 't! ah, Fie. 'Tis an unweeded garden
that grows to seed. Thinks rank and gross in nature
possess it merely. For 't should come to this:
But 2 months dead--nay, not so much, not two.
So excellent a king, that it was to a
Hyperion to a satyr. so loving to my mother
that he would not beteen the winds of heaven and earth
to visit her too roughly.Heaven and earth, may must I remember?
why, she would hang on him
as if increase of appetite had grown from what it had fed on.
Within a month, let me not think 'f 't; frailty--thy name is woman.
a little month, or ere the shoes that were old
with which followed my poor fathers body
Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she--
O God, if a beast wants discourse of reason
they would have mourned more--married my uncle, my father's brother
no more than my father than I to hercules.
Within a month, ere yet the salt of the most unrighteous eyes
had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
she married. O, most wicked speed, (to post
with such dexterious dexterity to incestuous sheets!
In cannot, nor will not it is not, nor cannot come to any good
But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.