sunrise and writers ; the classics

So im listening to romeo and juliet act 1 and i think to myself 'surely Shakespeare is the wisest man that ever walked the earth!' What strikes me again and again is Romeo's words when he describes the hurt he feels because he loves Rosaline and she does not love him back.

1. Romeo

   Alas, that Love, whose view is muffled still, (165)
   Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
   Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
   Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
   Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.
   Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, (170)
   O anything of nothing first create!
   O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
   Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
   Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
   Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! (175)
   This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
   Dost thou not laugh?

   Romeo

   Why, such is love’s transgression.
   Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, (180)
   Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed
   With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
   Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
   Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs:
   Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; (185)
   Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
   What is it else? A madness most discreet,
   A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.Farewell, my coz.

   
   

   To be, or not to be, that is the question:
   Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
   The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
   Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
   And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
   No more;

   
   

   literature is beautiful!!

   
   

   duby