"What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?" "Not having that, which, having, makes them short."
Act 1 Scene iv
When the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;And these who, often drowned, could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars.One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sunNe'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Act 1 Scene v
LADY CAPULET Marry, that 'marry' is the very themeI came to talk of.—Tell me, daughter Juliet,How stands your disposition to be married? JULIET It is an honor that I dream not of.
ROMEO I fear, too early, for my mind misgivesSome consequence yet hanging in the starsShall bitterly begin his fearful dateWith this night's revels, and expire the termOf a despisèd life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
ROMEO O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.JULIET Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.ROMEO Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.