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点击复制"O that this too too sullied flesh would melt
Thaw, and resolved itself into a sew
Or that the everlasting had not fixed
His canon 鈥榞ainst self slaughter
Dead, God,
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie or 鈥榯, all fie, 'tis an unneeded garden
that grows to seed
My own mind