Parting is such sweet sorrow
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
Falsehood falsehood cures