Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
