Zelutos
May 8, 2005, 12:37 AM
"O, that this too too-solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,
Seems to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! oh fie, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That is should come to this!"
If you can figure out what this means, i'm sure you'll guess what i'm getting at.
and i'm sure you all know where it's from...
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,
Seems to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! oh fie, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That is should come to this!"
If you can figure out what this means, i'm sure you'll guess what i'm getting at.
and i'm sure you all know where it's from...