My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

A pair of star-crossed lovers.

If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.