The dashing rocks, thy seasick weary bark!
Here's to my love! * * * Thus with a kiss I die.
Surely this is not the language of the believer. Nor has Romeo any illusions about death:
Oh here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
And to think that Romeo had a Catholic priest for a friend! But it shows how clean Shakespeare's mind was from "such fantasies * * * more than cool reason ever comprehends." *
And when Romeo takes his farewell of Juliet, his thought is equally free from fancies:
Eyes, look your last!