By wordley |
Date: 2020 Mar 31
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"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?"|
O be still frivolous breast, for my breath she takes!
"'Tis the east, and Juliet is the sun!!"
My Juliet be, and let this day ever run'
"Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon,"
For all lovers lay in death far too soon..
"Who is already sick and pale with grief"
Let our souls be the bed of what lays beneath,
"That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she!"
And that's how , in my heart, she will always be,
"Be not her maid, since she is envious"
To win my love's hand, I will be more devious
"Her vestal livery is but sick and green"
Whilst my love's shining countenance is the sweetest I've seen!
"For none but fools do wear it, cast it off!"
To my friend, dearest Will, my cap I doff,
"OH it is my lady, Oh it is my love!"
And she shall ever be, by the stars above
To court this shy creature has proved most hard,
Until I borrowed a few words from the Bard!!