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 seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed.
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 seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed.
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 seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed.
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 seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed.
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 seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed.