哈姆雷特,全文免费阅读,佚名 第一时间更新,th，st，is

makes

friends of

enemies;

And

hitherto

doth love

on fortune

tend, For

who not

needs

shall

never lack

a friend,

And who in

want a

hollow

friend

doth try,

Directly

seasons

him his

enemy.

But,

orderly to

end where

I begun,

Our wills

and fates

do so

contrary

run That

our

devices

still are

overthrown;

Our

thoughts

are ours,

their ends

none of

our own.

So think

thou wilt

no second

husband

wed; But

die thy

thoughts

when thy

first lord