Polonius's Thought

Lord Hamlet, thou hath put me end of road

Thou knows me not, i am no fishmonger

Thy remark on my daughter is merely

a copy of deception of thy noble mouth

Oh my lord, thou even called me an ass as if

I am nothing but a tool for thy use

Or rather a use to humor thy mad soul

A soul of tis madness engraves in thee

For was not to my God and noble King

I would hath thy soul buries right away

Hamlet, thou really hath become mad of love

Love that is mad hath thy soul in it hand

Vengence, it is not what thou sickly seek now?

Oh lord hamlet how shall i deal with thee?

Thy maddness is truely the mourn of all