Read the poem and answer the question

In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,

Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.

 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Hamlet

Read the extract and answer the question

Think it no more:
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
In thews and bulk, as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now.
And now no soil or cantle doth besmirch
The virtue of his will
(Act One, Scene 111, Lines 10 - 16)