Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
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