Lit's not only long;
it's almost always wrong.
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.
"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.
No: the world's not too much with us.
Yes: life is an empty dream.
