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i cannot explain how i feel so i shall let william do the deed for me.
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;"
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;"
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.

cagedDreams
he was BP :P

deleted_user
he is awsome

deleted_user
Really? William S. was Bipolar? I had no clue~ but then, he was a genius, wasn't he!!!

deleted_user
of course there is the debate over weather he was the one who wrote all his work

deleted_user
I wouldn't surprise me if W.S. is bipolar. Most really creative and brilliant (like all of us here at DS) struggle with mental health issues.
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