Such violent delights often foreshadow a violent end
and in their triumph die, like fire and power.
That joyous moment, as fire and gunpowder
which, as they kiss, consume... ONE Shakespeare o,here oh can i set up my everlasting rest. can i sleep and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from
this world-wearied flesh last! eyes look at you at last arms, take your last embrace! arms last embrace you and lips,o you, the doors of breath. seal with a righteous kiss
a dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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