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# Alignment

## From Shakespeare's Hamlet

I have of late but
wherefore I know not lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises;
and indeed, it goes so heavily with
my disposition that this goodly frame,
the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory;
this most excellent canopy, the air, look you,
this brave o'erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire
why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul
and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man!
how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties!
in form and moving how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!

I have of late but
wherefore I know not lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises;
and indeed, it goes so heavily with
my disposition that this goodly frame,
the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory;
this most excellent canopy, the air, look you,
this brave o'erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire
why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul
and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man!
how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties!
in form and moving how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!

I have of late but
wherefore I know not lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises;
and indeed, it goes so heavily with
my disposition that this goodly frame,
the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory;
this most excellent canopy, the air, look you,
this brave o'erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire
why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul
and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man!
how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties!
in form and moving how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!

# Indent

## From Wislawa Szymborska - 1972

> I am a tranquilizer.
> I am effective at home,
> I work well at the office,
> I take exams,
> I appear in court,
> I carefully mend broken crockery -
> all you need do is take me,
> dissolve me under the tongue,
> all you need do is swallow me,
> just wash me down with water.

> I know how to cope with misfortune,
> how to endure bad news,
> take the edge of injustice,
> make up for the absence of God,
> help pick out your widow's weeds.
> What are you waiting for -
> have faith in chemistry's compassion.

> You're still a young man/woman,
> you really should settle down somehow.
> Who said
> life must be lived courageously?

> Hand your abyss over to me -
> I will line it up with soft sleep,
> you'll be grateful for
> the four-footed landing.

> Sell me your soul.
> There's no other buyer likely to turn up.

There's no other devil left.