Alas, I am the meek in a Godless world
And will, indeed, inherit the earth—
That underneath someday I shall be buried.
I would I were the tragic prince of Danes,
That when I quoth: “No more,” I’d mean no more,
And thus be done with deliberation,
And to vapors transform the troublesome sea,
And cut short my five act’s traffic by three












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