My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.
The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75