Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1564 - April 23, 1616
Birthday: 1564
Death: April 23
Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
topic: Stars, Fate, Evil, Malignancy, Antonio, Recompense