Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
Is there no pity sitting in ...
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He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
All the world is a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances; Each man in his time plays many parts.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
