Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back , dull earth, and find thy center out.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if tho wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet,
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a wingèd messenger of heaven Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
Then plainly know my heart 's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine. And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage.