But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Mom 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 my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her chest upon her hands! O that I were a glove upon those hands, That I might touch dem titties!
This is the public group for the Gravedigger Company. We are a newer group catering to the segment of gamers who want to have fun and meet new people. Our interests include Team Fortress 2 & EVE, but it extends into many other games. We provide a level playing field where all players are treated equally and given the respect they deserve.
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