Hamlet soliloquy (A to Z and Z to A), shuffled

[DieterM]

A wrong action
after you wished against all
whose arrows would bare with will and arms.
Ay! who whips by undiscovered calamity?
Awry–whether bear unworthy consummation
when thousand weary troubles bourn us,
or be what currents coil under cast…
To bodkin we turn, but come conscience
contumely delay thought.
Traveler, ‘tis country-time!
Thus thy death despised those cowards,
devoutly this does die o'er there,
their dread, the dream that dreams end,
takes them.
Enterprises take fair sweat
from fortune rather than fardels—
suffer, flesh!
Soft fly spurns not for something,
so give off slings!
Great sleep sins,
grunt shocks have sicklied heartache
he shuffled himself sea-scorns.
Heir, his say returns ills in respect.
Hue is remembered, rub insolence;
resolution law’s quietus life puzzles.
Know, regard? Long question!
Lose, love proud, make pith.
Man’s pause makes perchance more orisons,
may merit mind outrageous mortal others,
patient moment.
Might pale pangs of nobler office
name my opposing Ophelia natural,
no oppressor’s native nymph…
Must
now now