Hannakins: I know you guys are living out your own private Romeo and Juliet love story, but remember: Both of them die in Act V. -A
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
These violent delights have violent ends.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?