My heart is ever at your service.
Justice always whirls in equal measure.
That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.