Hast

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

God help thee, brother, as thou hast so helped two of us.

Why hast thou forsaken me?

O me, what hast thou done?

O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

Thou hast seen poverty aplenty, but thou art rich of mind.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou hast anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Because thou sayest — I am rich, and have grown rich, and have need of nothing, and hast not known that thou art the wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.

Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.