In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Love hath made thee a tame snake
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.