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'Tis but they name that is my enemy. Thou art myself, though not a Montague What's Montague? it is nor hand, not foot No arm, nor face. O, be some other name Belonging to a man”
But soft, what light through yonder window./ It is the East, and Juliet is the sun./ Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,/ Who is already sick and pale with grief…
“With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,/ For Stony limits cannot hold love out,/ And what love can do, that dares love attempt.”
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