O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

My pride fell with my fortunes.