William Shakespeare on Memory
1564–1616 England
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How sharp the point of this remembrance is!
Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume.
Though yet of Hamlet, our dear brother's death,
The memory be green.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
It shall be still thy true love's recompense.
Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps... ...An hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum.
Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, my thoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.