Turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.
Two households, both alike in dignityIn fair Verona, where we lay our sceneFrom ancient grudge break to new mutinyWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two f...
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will...
These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honeyIs loathsome in his own deliciousnessAnd in the taste confounds the...
Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.
All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
I was too young that time to value her,But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together,Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,And wheresoe'er we went, li...
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues.[Stage direction, ]
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is i...
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.
Et tu, Brute?
Pour on, I will endure.
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
When devils will the blackest sins put onThey do suggest at first with heavenly shows
[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!