"O good Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!"Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2"How shall I find that friendOf the rare friends, the deep-hearted?When the delicate revels endAnd the maskers have all departed.At a sudden hour and a drear,For the sweet hour is the sternest,Thou shalt know who held thee dear,Whose hand was thine in earnest."Herbert Trench
"O good Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!"Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2
"O good Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!"Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2
"O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!"
Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2
"How shall I find that friendOf the rare friends, the deep-hearted?When the delicate revels endAnd the maskers have all departed.At a sudden hour and a drear,For the sweet hour is the sternest,Thou shalt know who held thee dear,Whose hand was thine in earnest."Herbert Trench
"How shall I find that friendOf the rare friends, the deep-hearted?When the delicate revels endAnd the maskers have all departed.At a sudden hour and a drear,For the sweet hour is the sternest,Thou shalt know who held thee dear,Whose hand was thine in earnest."Herbert Trench
"How shall I find that friend
Of the rare friends, the deep-hearted?
When the delicate revels end
And the maskers have all departed.
At a sudden hour and a drear,
For the sweet hour is the sternest,
Thou shalt know who held thee dear,
Whose hand was thine in earnest."
Herbert Trench