Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
All is well that ends well
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
All's well that ends well.
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
What light through yonder window breaks?
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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