CheraPupi

O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!

I have, like I'm sure many of you have, read this play in the past. Every time that I read it, I pick up on something else. When Hamlet first expresses his thoughts about suicide, I felt so bad for him. He hates this situation so much that he feels suicide is a better alternative than being alive. How sad!

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good;
But break my heart,—for I must hold my tongue.

I also wanted to comment on this quote. I think it is so powerful! Imagine how you would feel if this happened to you, and you couldn't do a thing about because you love your mother so much. It's always interesting to imagine yourself in someone else's shoes.