Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.