When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet