Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Ingratitude is monstrous.
Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.