Text: O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Translation: Oh, how I wish my worthless body would melt into a liquid and then evaporate.
Text: Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd his canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Translation: Or that God had not decreed suicide a complete no-no.
Text: O God! God! How weary,
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