If i profane with my unworthiest hand. this holy shine, the gently sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss
which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss
Shal I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
O romeo, romeo, wherefore art thou romeo?
conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars than can count their worth, but my true love is grown to such excess i cannot sum up of half my wealth
ah, juliet, if the measure of thy joy be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more to blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath this neighbor air, and let rich <music's> tongue. unfold the imagined happiness that both receive in either by this dar encounter
thou wretched boy that didst consort him here shalt with him hence
this shall determine that
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! here's drink. I drink to thee. zzzzzzz
Here's to my love. O true apothecary. Thy drugs are quick. thus with a kiss i die.