Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
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!
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
The weakest goes to the wall.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
Death lies on her like an untimely frost.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.
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