Added “Ophelia” and some photography to my Art Shop.
“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts…
There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— [Sings.]
“For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.”
Let her tragic demise from loyalty to a father and love for a madman be a lesson to all of us: Women, put your own sanity and health first. Any good love and family would allow for that.