<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=122790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><b>Juliet</b>: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:<br>It was the nightingale, and not the lark,<br>That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;<br>Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:<br>Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.<br><b>Romeo</b>: It was the lark, the herald of the morn,<br>No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks<br>Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.<br>Night‘s candles are burnt out, and jocund day<br>Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.<br>I must be gone and live, or stay and die.<br><b>Juliet</b>: Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I:<br>It is some meteor that the sun exhal‘d,<br>To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,<br>And light thee on thy way to Mantua.<br>Therefore stay yet; thou need‘st not to be gone.<br><b>Romeo</b>: Let me be ta‘en, let me be put to death;<br>I am content, so thou wilt have it so.<br>I‘ll say yon grey is not the morning‘s eye,<br>‘Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia‘s brow;<br>Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat<br>The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.<br>I have more care to stay than will to go:<br>Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.<br>How is‘t, my soul? let‘s talk; it is not day.<br><b>Juliet</b>: It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!<br>It is the lark that sings so out of tune,<br>Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.<br>Some say the lark makes sweet division;<br>This doth not so, for she divideth us.<br>Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,<br>O, now I would they had changed voices too!<br>Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,<br>Hunting thee hence with hunt‘s-up to the day.<br>O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.<br><b>Romeo</b>: More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!<br><br /></a>line from <i>Romeo and Juliet</a></i> by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shakespeare">William Shakespeare</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=122790" data-title="William Shakespeare" data-description="Juliet: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: / It was the nightingale, and not the lark, / That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; / Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: / Believe me, love, it was the nightingale./Romeo: It was t..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black