Apr 2018
If I be fair Juliet,
Then pray him be my Romeo
Yet aline the stars
To give our love a chance.
Let him be my suitor
And thence I will be only his.
Forbear the thought of his being a knave,
But I would feign it not be true.
He would be my Romeo
If fate loved us ever so.
I would that you may say the words
For I don’t think I may.
Then pray him be my Romeo
Yet aline the stars
To give our love a chance.
Let him be my suitor
And thence I will be only his.
Forbear the thought of his being a knave,
But I would feign it not be true.
He would be my Romeo
If fate loved us ever so.
I would that you may say the words
For I don’t think I may.
The poems starting with “The Same He:” are all connected (as you may have guessed). I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I tried the Shakespearean English thing and probably won’t do it again.
