| LYSANDER Ah me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But either it was different in blood,-- |
| HERMIA O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! |
| LYSANDER Or else misgraffed in respect of years;-- |
| HERMIA O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! |
| LYSANDER Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: |
| HERMIA O hell! to choose love by another's eye! |
| LYSANDER Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. |
| HERMIA If then true lovers have ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross; As due to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers. |
31 January 2008
The "Curse" of True Love Never Did Run Smooth
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