Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
[[128]]His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
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How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
That it should come to this!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven