Madness

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action

Our wills and fates do so contrary run

O, woe is me, 

To have seen what I have seen, see what I see 

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go

Woe is me, you are so sick of late,

So far from cheer and from your former state

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; 

Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Purpose is but the slave to memory,

Of violent birth, but poor validity

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

When we see those we love falter, there is much to fear. Those little doubts are cracks in our certainty… little cracks that become breaches of our love.

[#33]

The question is why is your ink is purple? Try writing with less aggression next time, it might earn you a friend. Great work!

[lakki]

Thank you! I will work on that! :D