babybird wrote:
"To be, or not to be"
I liked the other one:
Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt,
Thaw, and resolue it selfe into 'a Dew':
Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt
his Cannon 'gainst Selfe-slaughter. O God, O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
Seeme to me all the uses of this world?
Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, tis an vnweeded Garden
That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature
Possesse it merely.
And it ends:
...
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue -
which is a phrase that pops into my head fairly often