Bad Mood Tuesday / THEME: "Alas, Poor Yorick"
Since I'm fairly wallowing in Shakespeare right now, the Bard will be my sub-theme.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs,
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
(Romeo and Juliet, I, i, 122-33)
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right! (Hamlet, I, v,188-89)
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp.
(A Midsummer Night's Dream, I, i, 13-15)