Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say "Good night" till it be morrow. <3
A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes towards love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Some means to come to shift this afternoon, and there she shall at Friar Lawrence's cell be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half of my wealth.
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till Holy Church incorporate two in one.
... And let rich music's tongue unfold the imagined happiness that both receive in either by this dear encounter.
