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‘Seems’,madam? Nay, it is. I know not 'seems’.
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly. These indeed 'seem’;
For they are actions that a man might play.
But I have within which passes show -
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
—  Hamlet, William Shakespeare