For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?