Quote by William Shakespeare: “Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.”
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“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.”
Studying at Cambridge. This crucial moment in the plot is being played out in another not-quite-sonnet: the whole scene has been in rhyming couplets, but this final movement overlays that with a fourteen-line unit, with lots of stichomythia and shared lines. What about the detail? There is of course a horrible irony in the idea of not burying love in a grave , but we probably overlook it in the levity of the moment. He knows and loves this boy; he is all too aware of the family feud that blights his life, and the lives of so many others. His intentions are good.
For this, my first run report, it seems fitting to include the above quotation. Yesterday was, after all, the th anniversary of the death of Willaim Shakespeare. As for the content.. Well, I'll get to that! Our First Finishers yesterday did, of course, not stumble!
And so, good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as my own, be satisfied. When Tybalt challenges Romeo to a duel, Romeo refuses to fight because he's secretly married to Tybalt's cousin, Juliet. Here, it seems that Romeo's love for his new wife is the most important thing to him—right up until Tybalt kills Romeo's best friend. Then, the ties of birth family seems to be stronger. When Romeo wants to rush off to marry Juliet, the Friar warns him to slow down emotionally, as well as physically. But the Friar isn't exactly being all calm and level-headed, is he? Be merciful, say 'death,' For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death.
FRIAR LAURENCE Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. (meaningDon't be in such a hurry; look where you're going, or you'll fall flat on your face.).
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Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.