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is on page 49 of 281
“Signor Romeo, bon jour. There’s a French salutation to your French slop.”
Literally what 😭
— 1 minute ago
Literally what 😭
paolina ☆
is on page 47 of 281
“If e’er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then:
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men.”
— 4 minutes ago
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then:
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men.”
paolina ☆
is on page 46 of 281
“So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
How much salt water thrown away in waste
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears.
Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old year that is not washed off yet.”
— 4 minutes ago
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
How much salt water thrown away in waste
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears.
Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old year that is not washed off yet.”
paolina ☆
is on page 45 of 281
“Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime’s by action dignified.”
— 10 minutes ago
And vice sometime’s by action dignified.”
paolina ☆
is on page 44 of 281
“The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb.
What is her burying grave, that is her womb;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find,
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.”
— 12 minutes ago
What is her burying grave, that is her womb;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find,
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.”
paolina ☆
is on page 44 of 281
“The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
And darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels
From forth day’s pathway made by titan’s wheels.”
— 15 minutes ago
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
And darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels
From forth day’s pathway made by titan’s wheels.”
paolina ☆
is on page 43 of 281
“It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!”
— 19 minutes ago
How silver-sweet lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!”
paolina ☆
is on page 43 of 281
“Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of ‘My Romeo!’”
— 21 minutes ago
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of ‘My Romeo!’”
paolina ☆
is on page 41 of 281
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”
— 24 minutes ago
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”
paolina ☆
is on page 41 of 281
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say ‘It lightens’. Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
— 25 minutes ago
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say ‘It lightens’. Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.

