| nukria | Дата: ორ, 23.04.2012, 22:03 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| Hamlet's soliloquy
To be, or not to be - that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep -
No more, and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep -
To sleep - perchance to dream... Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
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| nukria | Дата: პარ, 03.08.2012, 21:40 | Сообщение # 2 |
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Sonnet 11
Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase:
Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
''As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st''
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