HAMLET IN A NUTSHELL

 

 

'Doubt thou the stars are fire;

 Doubt that the sun doth move;

 Doubt truth to be a liar;

 But never doubt I love. 

'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;

 I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best, 

O most best, believe it. 

Adieu. ("Hamlet" Act II)