Blog Post #13: Hamlet Blog Post #1

O Horror! Friends, I am a beggar for wisdom I doth not acquire. Listen to this tragedy of a day, and help me, the pitiful, cowardly fool that I am. Thou is knowledgeable in mine affairs of the heart. I am but Eve, yearning for a beautiful but forbidden treasure. To-day, my dearest brother hath filled me with doubt, for Hamlet's love is but a "A violet in the youth of primy nature,/Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,/The perfume and suppliance of a minute" (1.3.7-9.) Unreal, his love I feel in mine torn heart. Fleeting. Never once dear brother Laertes hath fed mine own ears with lies, but I do wish he were now. As I bid him farewell, down about my beloved, father appeared and unleashed his own wrath of wisdom. Expressing to him the affections of Lord Hamlet made him think me a fool, clear and simple he told me, "When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows." (1.3.116-117.) That Hamlet's affections are not him speaking but his body, what an insinuation. My need is in a desperate state, dear friends, and I am lost. Is my love, the "main voice of Denmark" (1.3.28.) fraud? Fooled am I by "springes to catch woodcocks?" (1.3.115.) Or is guide true in mine own chest? What am I to do? "I shall obey, my lord" (1.3.136.) are the words spoken to father, but I doth not know if that strength lies within.