The stars govern our conditions

“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”

“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,”

“Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.”

“I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio: And so did I.Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mer…”