He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Let's meet as little as we can
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.