Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.