I Am Thy Father's Spirit, Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night, And For The Day Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes Done In My Days Of Nature Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.

I Am Thy Father's Spirit, Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night, And For The Day Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes Done In My Days Of Nature Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.

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I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 5

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