o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes look your last arms take your last embrace and lips all you the doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees mor…”

“This is the very ecstasy of love,Whose violent property fordoes itselfAnd leads…”

“O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circl…”

“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.The evil that men do lives after them;…”