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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thou lay'st like a rose on deaths pillow Silent and still, unsoothed by lifes request Asleep the dawns and days of all and all Eternity. My lovely Juliet Wherefore art thou companions company? Dost thou mockest life? "O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty" Knows't not you of these intense tears that grow Onto your soil a river of a kind Thou body blooms, unscarr'd from cheek to bone Thus trees and rivers art jealous of thine scent But be it may thy mouth will ne'er move Upon itself to echoe, Romeo! Nay life will ne'er become a friend in hand And I to life a friend, nay, I think not The sun and moon shalln't make for watching eyes To view me with life and not with thee, my love Thyself I say art bandy with thyself Yet man of all, I'm troubled at thy race 'Twas not the serpent that reward Eve bale? And God created man, and bale is man For in our families doth men collide To often foredo every innocent thing With swords where-in great morning and lights night Tis fineless feuds our families perform What bravery to birth our tragedy! I balk that flesh is where abodements lay O wife, I canst o'er-crow life in thine distance May I afront death as thy hath approach'd? Perchance I die with drink. Ay, there's the rub! No time to fettle, ay, at once death come Into my life as I drink thee in full Slowly thy soul escapes. Thou art foredone Soon to bewray thyself with waiting wife Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is love 7-8-11
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