Do You Know the Cause?

"If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men’s cottages princes' palaces." 

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August 5th

"No! Henry, I am not sharing grandchildren with that idiot!"

What is Your Will?

"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt."

July 1st

July had dawned warm and sunny in Verona. Even Montague Court was brighter and lighter in the glow of summer, when the scent of flowers wafted through every wood-latticed window. Still, Beatrice had been glad to wake up to a day when she had somewhere else to be. Her joy had only increased to hear that her father was 'indisposed' and would be staying at home with her grandmother and her grandmother's ladies-in-waiting. Paulina and Mercutio's party would be so much more pleasant without the chill between the Montague men spoiling the summer warmth.

But, once she arrived with her aunt and brother, Beatrice felt a touch overwhelmed by the crowd on the terrace. She wandered out onto the grass and advantageously positioned herself beside a lush, green fruit tree. From here, she could watch everyone and, she hoped, notice when the person she most wanted to see arrived.

I Already Know Thy Grief

"Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear."

March 2nd

After reading it a final time, Benedick tucked the page of his mother's journal back under his mattress. He had studied the page countless times since he stole it from the journal his mother left lying open the night she died. Every year, he spent hours on the anniversary of her death staring at the paper, begging it to tell him more. He hoped time would reveal something his younger self hadn't seen, some hint as to what really happened to his mother.