Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear,
Nightly as she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
-Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene 5
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Shakespeare Quotes and Sonnets
PoetryJust some quotes and poetry from Shakespeare. Read at your own cost ;)
