'Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
'O dear Ophelia,
I am ill at these numbers;
I have not art to reckon my groans:
but that I love thee best,
O most best, believe it. Adieu.
'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst
this machine is to him, HAMLET.'
-Shakespeare
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