Book: Hamlet. Page 3

Don't let the language of the thoughtless thoughts and no rash thoughts do not bring to pass.

Quarrels, beware; if W
Had a fight lasts until the end
To your enemy you were careful.

Thee selected, tested friends
Get along, as a Hoop of steel,
But not corn palm, the first counter
Giving hand.

... Eyes, like stars, out of orbit
And curls, separated from each other,
Raising every hair on end,
Like needles on a porcupine mad.

If you
My son, do not stay indifferent.
Let not the Royal bed of Denmark
To serve the incest and debauchery!

I loved her; forty thousand brothers
The whole lot of your love to me
Not equal to.

Eyelid is loose and bad of all
I was born to restore it!

I sense the teachings of your put
The Keeper of the soul. But, dear brother,
Don't treat me like a false shepherd
Who praises us to the thorny path
To heaven, and he, contrary to the advice
Poveznice on the path of sin
And not the red.

It's like a mote in the eye of my soul!
In the heyday of Rome, in the days of victories,
Before the mightiest Julius fell, the graves
Stood tenantless dead
On the streets gibberish grind.
Fire comets crowaves Rosa,
Sun spots appear; month,
Whose the influence sigdat the power of Neptune
Was sick with darkness, as in the end of the world,
The same crowd of ill will,
As if running ahead of events
Like hastily sent a messenger,
The earth and sky together send
In our latitudes to our fellow countrymen.

I think the way it is.
No wonder bypasses in armor guards
Sinister Ghost, similar to the king,
Which was and is the war is the culprit.

You and friends galore,
You're grieving and buddies goodbye.

... Be all equal; for in the stream, in the storm and, I would say, the whirlwind of passion you must understand and comply with the measure, which would give it softness.

Us recklessness
Sometimes helps where killed
A profound idea; that deity
Our intent completes,
At least the mind is outlined, and not...

My sick soul, where sin lives
Everything feels like a harbinger of evil of afflictions;
Just the secret fear of wine
And this fear unmasked.