Oh, here will i set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
And, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
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