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staci (Oct 1, 2004)
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there
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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.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love
But not possess'd it, and though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd."
In the first version he is there, and in the second, he is missing.
Raise up the Montagues.. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie:
But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
We cannot without circumstance descry." Lovely picture miss staci
(I memorized the entire play 37 years ago. Have forgotten big chunks of it. Touring your userboard and came upon this. Fits my mood today.) A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head, for never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.