"... distract her moods ..." ~ Hamlet (A4,S5).

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"My grief lies onward and my joy behind." ~ Sonnet 50.

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“ Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss,
That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd,
To tell sad stories of my owne mishaps”

(CofE)

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"I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in." ~ Hamlet (A3,S1).

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“for you are cold and stern”

All’s Well That Ends Well [IV, 2]

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"And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness"
The Tempest, Act 5 Scene 1


Image: L'Aurore et la Nuit (Dawn and the Night) by Henri Fantin Latour, 1894.

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- “When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”
- William Shakespeare, King Lear

🎨King Lear, George Frederick Bensell

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"All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me."

Sonnet XLIII

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Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!
- Antony and Cleopatra 3.2

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Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty

Sonnet 7

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Edmund (The Illegitimate Son) / "Why brand they us?"
~
Squiggle Face 155.

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"When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools." 🎭

King Lear ~ Act IV, scene vi


Arrivals & Departures!
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'King Lear' - George Frederick Bensell

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"... at whose approach,.. wandering here and there" ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream (A3,S2).

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"But, come what may, I do adore thee so" -Twelfth Night A2S1

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I foresee with grief The utter loss of all the realm. Henry VI Part 1 A5S4

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Hamlet A5 Sc2
"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest"

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"That time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose but weep to have that which it fears to lose." ~ Sonnet LXIV.

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WINTER MOON
"..Move in that obedient orb again, where you did give a fair and natural light.."
Henry 1V Pt1

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"The white cold virgin snow upon my heart, abates the ardour of my liver." ~ The Tempest (A4,S1).

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