Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

01 Jul 13   –   528 notes

literature series → ophelia

and will he not come again?
no, no, he is dead;
go to thy deathbed;
he will never come again.
his beard was as white as snow,
all flaxen was his poll.
he is gone, he is gone,
and we cast away moan.
god ‘a’mercy on his soul!
and of all christian souls, i pray god. 
god b’ wi’ you.