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.
How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?
Ingersoll is with Homer and Tully and Shakespeare and Burns.