If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.

He that dies pays all debts.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.