Her Clothes Spread Wide; And, Mermaid-like, Awhile They Bore Her Up: Which Time She Chanted Snatches

“Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.”

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet

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“Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun douth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.”

—Shakespeare, Hamlet

Fallen London

My first acrylic painting, actually quite proud of this one but I'm still a beginner so please be nice! ❤

(Everything is as we planned.) Everything is as you planned. You are St Gawain’s Candle.

Favorite part from favorite storyline. He has finally reached North.