THOUGHTS ON A MONDAY MORNING

Thoughts on a Monday Morning I | Shakespeare | Motte's Blog

It is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Believe me, god dammit.

adapted from

William Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. Act 3, Scene 5, 1597

Thoughts on a Monday Morning I | Shakespeare | Motte's Blog

Thoughts on a Monday Morning I | Shakespeare | Motte's Blog

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    What a piece of work is a (wo)man to have thoughts like that on a Monday morning?
    How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty!
    In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel!
    in apprehension how like a god!

    More or less William Shakespeare. Hamlet. Act 2, Scene 2.

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