The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table.” Macbeth
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.
When the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,And these, who, often drowned, could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sunNe’er saw her...
Be as thou wast wont to be.See as thou wast wont to see.
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance