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 she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo & Juliet, 3.5.1-5
It's one thing when you can use a Motown song to explain how you feel. But if you wake up in the morning and say goodbye and all you can do is think about a scene from Shakespeare, you're either:
a) hopelessly romantic
b) hopelessly nerdy
or
c) a little bit of both
*sigh* i need to get some more sleep.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo & Juliet, 3.5.1-5
It's one thing when you can use a Motown song to explain how you feel. But if you wake up in the morning and say goodbye and all you can do is think about a scene from Shakespeare, you're either:
a) hopelessly romantic
b) hopelessly nerdy
or
c) a little bit of both
*sigh* i need to get some more sleep.
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