...And Another Thing...: On The Contrary

     Lit's not only long;
     it's almost always wrong.

 
April's not the cru'lest month.
(That's gotta be December.)
The quality of mercy's very strain'd, 

if you'll remember.
"To be or not to be...?" 
That's not the question, folks have found,
while I believe that ev'ry man's an island,
pound for pound.

Despite your smiles, I don't have miles to go 

before I sleep.

And a thing of beauty's not a joy forever --

read 'n' weep!

Nor is hope a thing with feathers.

Let me summarize my theme:
No: the world's not too much with us.

Yes: life is an empty dream.