Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Apropos of nothing

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well 

It were done quickly: if the assassination 

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch 

With his surcease success; that but this blow 

Might be the be-all and the end-all here, 

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, 

We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases 

We still have judgment here; that we but teach 

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return 

To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice 

Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice 

To our own lips.

(Hat tip: WS.)

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