My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.
Tag: William Shakespeare
If Love be rough with you, be rough with Love, prick Love for pricking, and you beat Love down.
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
I would fain die a dry death.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.