William Shakespeare Quote
When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and induedUnto that element: but long it could not beTill that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious layTo muddy death. (Ophelia)
William Shakespeare
When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and induedUnto that element: but long it could not beTill that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious layTo muddy death. (Ophelia)