Hamlet

            Would that it were possible for this all too substantial body of mine to liquefy and silently dissipate like the mist of the morning! Or that it were not forbidden by divine decree to violently destroy it! Merciful Heaven! How tired I am of all the customs of life! How spiritless, tasteless, and useless they all appear to me! Bah! The whole earth is in my eyes a neglected garden in which the plants have been left to grow as they please, until it has become entirely occupied by a luxuriant growth of coarse weeds. To think that this should happen! Tow short months after his death! No, not even so long as that. And a monarch such as he was; surpassing this one as much as the God of Day surpasses a monster only semi-human; so tenderly regardful of his wife, that he could not even allow the cold blasts too rudely to kiss her face.
             Gracious Heaven! Why am I compelled to recall these things? She used to cling to him, as if his fond caresses served but to increase her longing for them; and, in spite of all, in less than a month - what would I not give to forget it! Woman, thou art weakness personified! In one short month, before even the shoes were worn out, in which, weeping and inconsolable, she accompanied her husband to his grave, his wife, of all persons - why, a brute entirely without any comprehensive faculty would have felt the loss more keenly - united herself in marriage with his brother, my uncle. A man as unlike him to whom he was so closely related as I am unlike Hercules. In less than a month, before the chafing of that insincere sorrow had ceased to produce redness in her eyes, she rushed with most ungodly willingness and speed into an unholy marriage. Nothing but trouble surely can result from such an alliance; but I must be silent, though my spirit gives way under the strain.