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For Hamlet

For Hamlet, The Prince and Bane of Denmark:


The mirror shows a man who really loves;

Who cares for kingdom, mother, father, maid.

His mind, concerned to do what’s right and true;

His greatest strength — his greatest weakness too.


No angel sent to loosen thoughtful ties

Could brighten the man’s fog’d and busy eyes.

No ponderer, without Heaven’s true key,

Will ever from defect logic be free.


Wisest Old Serpent — Harmless Dove Above,

Will teach the souls who overthink their love.





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