O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the everlasting had not fix’dHis canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitableSeem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on’t! O fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross... Continue Reading →