Have a mentioned that I'm just a WEEE bit Shakespeare obsessed. And that I'm taking three Lit classes right now. And that in not one but TWO of them I'm studying Hamlet. No? I didn't? Well anyway, now you know.
O cursèd spite
O cursèd spite
that ever 't be my task to be the right
one, who shows my strength when none will come.
O horrible!
My painèd leave. Deplorable
when I must go from her I love so.
O festering canker!
Upon my skin 'tis anchored.
With no means for me to purge 't.
O rotted root!
What cost is paid for love's sweet fruit.
When my reality doth step in 'tween ours.
O sweet relief!
When dawn of darkness is a thief
and newly shall I come to thee.
For mine own self to 'noint with earnest glee.
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