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“Forget thus the nature of men, for love makes fools of the hands it holds/ Think not the torment that comes from kissing the thorns/ For a rose is often scornful before it is adored.”
- the play i’m currently writing <3
“Let be not a tragedy worse than that of mine own nature/For woe shall thy heart beat only for thine affection/Oh cursed beauty thou art the artist of my pain/Love lives not in thy body but in mine soul for shall I devote my every breath to thee”