Answer:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;…
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad…
second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
- William Shakespeare
My heart hurts and experiences drowsy numbness.
My senses, like if I'd been drinking hemlock,...
I'd give anything for a beaker full of the warm South.
Full of pure Hippocrene, the blushing Hippocrene,...
Where Beauty's lustrous eyes can't stay still,
Alternatively, new Love may pine for them beyond tomorrow...
The pastoral eglantine and white hawthorn;
Violets that are quickly dying and covered in leaves;...
Forlorn! The word itself rings a bell.
To return me to my sole self from thee!
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