A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
For this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households’ rancor to pure love.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books.
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon.
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose.
I am too fond, and fancy for a stranger.
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
You kiss by the book.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Id rather be his hate than his love.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars.
The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls.
Fear leads to death; death brings eternal rest.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.
Thus with a kiss I die.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
I never knew the art of hanging on.
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings.
I’ll not be myself without you.
My heart is set on the fair daughter.
Alack! There lies more peril in thine eye.
The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough.
Death, that hath taken her, shall take thee.
Without your love, I am but a shadow.
Take thou this vial; this is the strongest poison.
I have no joy in this conflict tonight.
You know not what you do.
Love is a fickle mistress.
What a joy it is to see the fruit of our love.
She speaks yet she says nothing.
A plague o’ both your houses!
There’s no world without Verona walls.
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
O, happy dagger! This is thy sheath.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
For this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households’ rancor to pure love.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books.
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon.
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose.
I am too fond, and fancy for a stranger.
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
You kiss by the book.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Id rather be his hate than his love.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars.
The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls.
Fear leads to death; death brings eternal rest.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.
Thus with a kiss I die.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
I never knew the art of hanging on.
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings.
I’ll not be myself without you.
My heart is set on the fair daughter.
Alack! There lies more peril in thine eye.
The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough.
Death, that hath taken her, shall take thee.
Without your love, I am but a shadow.
Take thou this vial; this is the strongest poison.
I have no joy in this conflict tonight.
You know not what you do.
Love is a fickle mistress.
What a joy it is to see the fruit of our love.
She speaks yet she says nothing.
A plague o’ both your houses!
There’s no world without Verona walls.
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
O, happy dagger! This is thy sheath.
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