Novel & Cerita William Shakespeare Poem Shall I Compare Thee

“All I want is your mouth, no hands.” I continued, missing the use of my hands when I needed a backup or a breather. It made me work harder for him, made me keep going when my jaw ached or I felt a little choked. I flooded him with liquid spilling from my mouth. He sat there like a king on his throne, relishing his might. In recollection, I think of that line from one of Shake- speare’s sonnets: Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire?

separated her from the lover. "I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

FL (The sentences with quotation marks are examples of the scene, you don’t have to follow them strictly) : She’s a senior year high school student. Being an invisible girl at school doesn’t bother her, because she knows her soulmate somewhere can appreciate her true self, the answer has been written on her wrist. “ Is it thy will, thy image should keep open my heavy eyelids to the weary night?”(the line is optional, you can devise your own) it says. She imagined her soulmate being helplessly old-fashioned romantic. They complement each other, she thought, because she never had much interest in art or literature. The first day of the new term, a handsome new teacher began his literature clas

Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. “O Romeo, Romeo, why are you Romeo? Deny your father and reject your name; Or, if you won’t, just pledge your love to me, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.” As the scene progressed, their voices intertwined in a dance of words, each line dripping with longing and desire. Lily’s heart pounded with the intensity of the moment, her gaze locked with Mark’s as they conveyed the passion of Shakespeare’s timeless lovers.

He stared straight into her eyes as he spoke out those words. As he spoke, he couldn't help but remember one, Shakespearean Verse he saw in a book. It says... My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to the more I have, for both are infinite. There was also another verse from the same writer that struck him and made him realize a lot. It says... Doubt thou the stars are fine, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar,

Love; the word felt as though it was too easily thrown from mouth to mouth, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the antiquated words of Edmund Spenser. "My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great-Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But stronger grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told; That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice. And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?"

“What’s that famous quote about the whole world being a movie?” “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances …” “Clever, clever girl,” she says, which I should find maybe insulting, infantilizing, but I don’t. “It’s not so impressive, knowing a little Shakespeare.” “Please don’t diminish yourself,” she says. “It’s the worst thing a woman can do, especially in your position.”

"What does that mean?" "It means I decide when. Not you." She stepped closer, close enough that I caught her perfume, floral and expensive and strange against the smell of asphalt and cut grass. "You're going to walk into that theater every single rehearsal and play Juliet like some poor dying little martyr, and I'm going to sit three feet away watching you do it. The whole time, you'll know I could end you with one sentence whenever I feel like it." "You'd actually use something like this?" "I'd do a lot of things you don't think I'm capable of." Her smile didn't reach her eyes at all. "See you at rehearsal, Juliet. Try not to faint again. Bad for the brand."

"When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars....." Sophia had recognised William's handwriting instantly and now her heart was beating rapidly. She now knew, what this was all about!

'WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY? ' ".. ". ' ".. ..".'"" ".' ' ."'". .....'."' ".. . . ' ".. ". ' ".. ..".'"" ".' ' ."'". .....'."' ".. . . on her coffee, coughing. 'WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY?'