A found poem of love for the prince of Denmark, taken from Shakespeare’s Hamlet.
O woe is me,
of ladies most deject and wretched,
sprung from neglected love!
Pity me;
I was the more deceived.
You made me believe
a puff’d and reckless libertine,
watchman to my heart!
His affections do not that way tend.
Sit still, my soul.
I did love you once.
I
must render up myself
(like sweet bells jangled out of tune).
Oh fie: hold my heart;
I’ll follow thee.
What should be the fear?
Lose your heart?
Your love? As mine to you,
as pure as snow.
See what I see:
that unmatch’d form and
power so to seduce!
The expectancy and rose of the fair state.
An honest man.
A noble mind.
A noble heart.
A king of infinite space.
What a piece of work!
Adieu, adieu, remember me
sweet prince.
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