Read the excerpt from Hamlet.
Hamlet: 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! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world.
Fie on ’t! O fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
Which phrase from the excerpt best reflects Hamlet’s state of mind?
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew;
His canon ’gainst self-slaughter!
How weary, stale,
Fie on ’t! O fie!
