“Like the swansdown feather, that stands upon the swell at the full of tide, and neither way inclines.”
“The city cast her people out upon her; and Antony, enthroned i’th’market-place, did sit alone, whistling to th’air, which, but for vacancy, had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, and made a gap in nature.”
“Then world thou hast a pair of chaps, no more, and throw between them all the food thou hast, they’ll grind the one the other.”
“Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.”
“You have seen sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears were like.”
“Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold her silver visage in the watery glass, decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass…”
“Now Mars I prithee make us quick on work, that we with smoking swords may march from hence.”
“Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust out paper and with rainy eyes write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.”
“England, bound in with triumphant sea whose rocky shore bears back the envious siege of watery Neptune…”
“Make me a willow cabin at your gate, and call upon my soul within the house. Write loyal cantons of contemned love and sing them loud even in the dead of night. Haloo your name to the reverberate hills and make the babbling gossip of the air cry out, ‘Olivia!’ Oh you should not rest between the elements of air and earth, but you should pity me!”
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This post is archived from my account on li.st, a social media app that shut down in 2017. Some posts have been edited slightly to fix typographical errors and correctly represent the gender of some individuals. You can view the full archive here.