Jan D. Hodge
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A Beer and a Bard
by various authors
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Let not my love be called idolatry.
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame—
When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
I wasted time and now doth time waste me
O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
There is a tide in the affairs of men
The soul of this man is in his clothes.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears,