Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
What we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes
relate, but certain issue strokes must arbitrate: towards
which advance the theme of our blood, the nearer death.
My most loving friends, and by disjoining hands, hell
lose a stone and bid me, when he lies along, after your
way for me, yet for your aching bones.
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