Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night... Romeo and Juliet Act III Scene II
I know how hard it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to support life in myself; but do you know how easy it has grown for me, the wearer of this to destroy life in you? A Tale of Two Cities Chapter 22- "The Sea Still Rises"
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