Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
And nature must obey necessity.