You pretty much have to take the job since you hit him with the car.
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet
you make me melt” and still have her mind want something else entirely?
willow trees, willow trees they remind me of DesdemonaI’m so damned literary
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.
For this new-married man approaching here,Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’dYour well defended honour, you must pardonFor Mariana’s sake: but as he adjudged your brother,–Being criminal, in double violationOf sacred chastity and of promise-breachThereon dependent,...
To think, or not to think…This is the true question.