Ill News

Romeo: If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand,
My bosom's Lord sits lightly in his throne:
And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit,
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,
(Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think)
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd and was an Emperor.
Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess'd
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy.



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