Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
A pair of star-crossed lovers.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
In jest, there is truth.
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.
Nature's tears are reason's merriment.