I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
I would forget it fain, But oh, it presses to my memory, Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
she shall scant show well that now shows best.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
