HAMLET
Ophelia by John Schmitt - NY Song Writer's Contest 3rd place winner
Artistic Renderings of Ophelia -
Examine all art pieces, including Millais's Ophelia that must be accessed through the link to the Tate art museum.
Sir John Everett Millais's Ophelia
Renaissance Fortune - Chance & Lady Luck
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Green Eggs and Hamlet
I ask, to be, or not to be?
That is the question, I ask of me.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle's boffing dear, sweet mother.
Would I, could I take my life?
Could I, should I, end this strife?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?
Shoot myself, or take some poison?
Maybe try self immolation?
To shuffle off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?
To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad, if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?
This line of thought takes consideration -
For I'm the king of procrastination.
by Anonymous
Ophelia by John Schmitt - NY Song Writer's Contest 3rd place winner
Artistic Renderings of Ophelia -
Examine all art pieces, including Millais's Ophelia that must be accessed through the link to the Tate art museum.
Sir John Everett Millais's Ophelia
Renaissance Fortune - Chance & Lady Luck
http://newquoin.com/wall/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/L%E2%80%99Hortus_Deliciarum1.jpg
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rota_Fortunae#/media/File:ForutuneWheel.jpg
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rota_Fortunae
Green Eggs and Hamlet
I ask, to be, or not to be?
That is the question, I ask of me.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle's boffing dear, sweet mother.
Would I, could I take my life?
Could I, should I, end this strife?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?
Shoot myself, or take some poison?
Maybe try self immolation?
To shuffle off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?
To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad, if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?
This line of thought takes consideration -
For I'm the king of procrastination.
by Anonymous