.. Ah dear Juliet why art thou yet so fair?
Shall i believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that i still will stay with thee and never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here here i will remain, with worms that are thy chamber-maids:
O here will i set up my everlasting rest: and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars, from this world-wearied flesh:
eyes look your last, arms take your last embrace and lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss.
A dateless bargain to engrossing death:
Come bitter conduct, come unsavoury guide, thou desperate pilot, now at once run on.
The dashing rocks, thy sea-sick weary bark:
Here's to my love. O true apothecary:
The drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss i die.
COMMENTS
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martin
11:58 Apr 15 2010
some things never go out of style