You desired my attention but denied my affections.
Hamlet: Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me, with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
Hamlet, Prince of Demnark.
Act III. Scene II.
It's over now. What have you done?
恋白アンソ広告紙 | nata [pixiv]