Mü_Exotic
W:O:A Metalgod
- 7 Aug. 2006
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Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
These violent delights have violent ends . .
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime's by action dignified."
