Quote by William Shakespeare

O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'dHis canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,Seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. That it should come to this!But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:So excellent a king; that was, to this,Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my motherThat he might not beteem the winds of heavenVisit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,As if increase of appetite had grownBy what it fed on: and yet, within a month--Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--A little month, or ere those shoes were oldWith which she follow'd my poor father's body,Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,My father's brother, but no more like my fatherThan I to Hercules: within a month:Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tearsHad left the flushing in her galled eyes,She married. O, most wicked speed, to postWith such dexterity to incestuous sheets!It is not nor it cannot come to good:But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.


O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve

Summary

In this quote from William Shakespeare's play Hamlet, the protagonist expresses his despair and disgust with the world around him. He laments the pain and weariness caused by the loss of his father, the hasty marriage of his mother to his uncle, and the betrayal it represents. He criticizes the world as being corrupt and devoid of purpose - likening it to an unattended garden overrun with weeds. Hamlet reflects on the fleeting nature of life and the frailty of human beings, expressing his inner turmoil and his inability to speak out against the injustice he perceives.

By William Shakespeare
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