Essay 12

“O’er the stage the Ghost of Hamlet stalks,Othello rages, Desdemona mourns,And poor Monimia pours her soul in love.”

“No; let him pass. Vex not his parting spirit,Nor on the rack of this rough worldStretch him out farther!”

—————“Then sweet,Now sad to think on!”

“A little more than kin, and less than kind.”