"Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—,"
"O, swear not by the moon,
Th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
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The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows.
LosoweA collection of short stories and prose written by yours truly.
