Saturday, April 18, 2009

A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!

Now am I sped!

Romeo Already Dead!!


What lady’s that which doth enrich the hand

Of yonder knight?

 

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear—

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows

As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand.

And touching hers, make blessed by rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight.

For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

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Love's Fairy Wings



2:27 PM romeomontague221: What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
2:29 PM me: nay gentle romeo we should have u dance!
romeomontague221: Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes
With nimble soles, while I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
2:30 PM me: You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings
And soar with them above a common bound.
romeomontague221: I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with light feathers, and so bound
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
And, to sink in it, should you burden love—
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
romeomontague221: Is love a tender think? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.
2:32 PM me: If love be rough with you, be rough with love ;)
Come, we burn daylight. HO!
2:33 PM romeomontague221: No, that's not so.
me: I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.
2:34 PM romeomontague221: We mean well in going to this masque,
But 'tis no wit to go.

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