William Shakespeare Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1564 - April 23, 1616
Birthday: 1564
Death: April 23
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, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140) So excellent a king; that was, to this.
source: 'Hamlet' (1601) act 1, sc. 2, l. 129
topic: Kings, Garden, Two, Stale, Hamlet 2, Hamlet Theme
