look like the innocent flower
but be the serpent under’t
but the tigers come at night
with their voices soft as thunder as they tear your hopes apart as they turn your dreams to shame
i have of late
but wherefore i know not lost all my mirth forgone all custom of exercises and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. this most excellent canopy, the air, look you! this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire why it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent...
let's get rich
and buy our parents homes in the south of france.
i very much wish
that i could attend the royal wedding.