But soft what light

Through yonder window breaks?

But soft what light

Through yonder window breaks?

Lawn as white as driven snow

Cyprus black as e’er was crow

Gloves as sweet as damask roses

Masks for faces and for noses

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate

Blow blow

Thou winter wind

Thou art not so unkind

As man’s ingratitude

All things festival

Turn black funeral

Our instruments to melancholy bells

Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast

Two households

Both alike in dignity

In fair Verona where we lay our scene

From ancient grudge

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell

Give warning to the world that I am fled

From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell

Sweet love

Renew thy force

Be it not said

Thy edge should blunter be than appetite

I dreamt my lady came

And found me dead

She breathed such life

With kisses in my lips

Sigh no more ladies

Sigh no more

Men were deceivers ever

One foot in sea

And one on shore

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

Come away

Come away death

And in sad cypress let me be laid

Fly away

Fly away breath

I am slain by a fair cruel maid