Brexit Curse - Now is the???? pt 25 Jul 2016 23:35
What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am. Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good
That I myself have done unto myself? O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie. I am not. AND
Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter: My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree; Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!”
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me, And if I die no soul will pity me.
And wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?” GL HNY FFS self inflicted.7p ******xxx