No I am not Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be  Am an attendant lord one that will do To swell a progress start a scene or two  Advise the prince no doubt an easy tool  Deferential glad to be of use  Politic cautious and meticulous  Full of high sentence but a bit obtuse  At times indeed almost ridiculous— Almost at times the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach  I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
hamlet, loneliness, mermaid, regret, trousers