Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

Love`s reason`s without reason