Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo
She's good, being gone.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth