Happy Birthday, Will

By JT Ellison

But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

In honor of William Shakespeare’s birthday, thrillerkitten Jameson declaims for you.

But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.  Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief,  That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious;  Her vestal livery is but sick and green  And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

    

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