Diary Entries Of My Life
Mornin’ half past 11:
Tis night my mother camest to speak to me about the young count Paris who wishes for thine hand in marriage but tis what I do not wish of. Thou younger ladies of esteem of my age have been made mothers I still not whishest not. Thou she told me the Count Paris is a man of wax, he’s like a volume which we can read o’er his face, can get lost in the margin of his eyes, in having him the Golden story we could make, but alas I do not lovest thou, but I’ll look to like but if looking liking move, but no more will I endart mine eye.
This evenin’ I just met such a handsome man in all of the land, he kissed my hand, we talked at my father’ (Lord Capulet) masked ball . He then kissed my lips, it was so tender, he kissed by the book, so perfectly. Then I fell in love with him, I think’st its what thou callest love at fisrt sight. Then the terrible news I found out he was Romeo, Heir to Lord Montague, my only love sprung from my only hate ! What should I do, do I still love himeven though he’s mine enemy?
Lord Capulet’s Orchard, 1a:m:
Later this night Romeo came to my orchard, and camest to mine balcony, which I didn’t even know he was there. He told me how beautiful I was, he told me I was more fair than the moon and that the moon was envious of me and that it why it made me its maiden but he didn’t know I was listenin’ to him. Then we talked and he said loves wings helped him climb over the wall, I told him to leave cause if thou were to stay longer and thine kinsmen found him he would be out to death talking with him made me fall more in love with thine. Then we told each other our feelings for one another and vowed to marry, and he would send me word of when by tomorrow , I canst wait for thy word, I’m so filled with joy !By the hour of nine will I send for thee.
Tuesday 2nd , 1967
Half past nine a:m:
At half past nine I sent the nurse but she took o so very long to...