Character: Hamlet

O women, your name is treachery!

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. The man is infinitely witty, the most wonderful inventor. He carried me on his back a thousand times. And now how disgusting for me to imagine. My throat rises at the thought ... There were those lips that I kissed myself, I don't know how many times. Where are your jokes, your tomfoolery, your songs now? Your outbursts of fun, from which the whole table laughed every time?

Not a word about love. In the summer, as your
Don't live storms, and head.

I'll write it down,
That one may smile, and smile
And be a villain.

Better to put up with a familiar evil,
The flight to an unfamiliar endeavor!
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?

Age dislocated. Angry about my lot!
Age to should I straighten my hand.

Broke the chain of time; Oh, cursed be my lot!
Why I was born on the deed fatal?

Pala connection times!
Why do I associate it born?

You need to be above superstition.
If anything is going to happen now
so you won't have to wait.
If not now, still not to avoid.
Most importantly - always be ready.
Since no one knows his dying day,
why not gather in advance?

You see, the fussiness is not good.

Broke days the thread. I was born to set it?

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
I think all the lights in their endeavors!
What dirt! And everything is contaminated, as in the flower garden,
Completely overgrown with weeds...
How did it all happen?

Blessed, in whom the blood and mind of the same composition, he was not born under the fingers of fate to sing that she wants.

I don't understand you.
- I am very glad, sharp word sleeps in the ears of a fool.