Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.

Simon Armitage
Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle...
Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle...
Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle...
Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle...
About This Quote

In “Oh dire, dreadful death” Romeo talks about his love for Juliet and how he is so scared of death that he cannot control himself. He says “dire, dreadful death” because he is scared of dying either from a broken heart or from being killed. He thinks that if he dies then that will be the end of his love for Juliet, but if he does not die yet then he will not be able to impress her anymore.

Source: The Death Of King Arthur: A New Verse Translation

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