Season your admiration for a while.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap
Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.