- Be plain, good son, and homely on thy drift, riddling confession finds but riddling shrift
- Holy Saint Francis, what a change here! Is Rosaline that thou didst love so dear so soon forsaken? Young mens love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes...
- Signior Romeo, bonjour! There's a French salutation to your French slop.
- These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in it's own deliciousness, therefore love moderately
- Come gentle night. Cone loving black-browned night, give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, take him and cut him out into little stars, and he will make the face if heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun. O, I have bought the mansion of love but yet not possessed, and though I am sold, not yet enjoyed. O, tedious is this day, as the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them
- A thousand times goodnight, a thousand times the worst, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as school boys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks...
feb 21 2011 ∞
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