O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Tag: William Shakespeare
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There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea,
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.