Hamlet [1.3.5-10]. Laertes. “For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor,/ Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,/ A violet in the youth of primy nature,/ Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,/ The perfume and suppliance of a minute — no more.” Ophelia. “No more but so?” Laertes. “Think it no more.”
February 11, 2009 at 7:39 pm
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