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 Democracy!
                      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!
                      But two years dispossessed: nay, not so much, not two:
                      So excellent an Executive; that Gore was, to this,
                      Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to our country
                      That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
                      Visit its face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
                      Must I remember? why, the people would hang on him,
                      As if increase of appetite had grown
                      By what it fed on: and yet, within a year--
                      Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is American!--
                      A little year, or ere those shoes were old
                      With which we follow'd our poor candidate's plight,
                      Like Niobe, all tears:--why we, even we--
                      O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
                      Would have protested longer?gave approval to George W. Bush,
                      My opponent's candidate, but no more like my candidate
                      Than I to Hercules: within a month:
                      Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
                      Had left the flushing in our pundits' galled eyes,
                      We inaugurated Bush. O, most wicked speed, to post
                      With such dexterity to incestuous dealings!
                      It is not nor it cannot come to good:
                      But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.