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The Melancholy PR/CubanHAMLET
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! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
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During the over twenty years that I walked around the streets of Broadway and Seventh Ave in Manhattan, I use to refer to the above, as the "Dieters Lament".
Pray tell Barry, on the scale of 1 to 5, five being the highest.
Where would you rate the Melancholy One as to knowing the difference between a miscut and a trim? 