"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet."
"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?"
"Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
"Thus with a kiss I die."
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet."
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”
“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!"
“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.”
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”
“Oh, I am fortune's fool!”
"What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness."
“My only love sprung from my only hate.”
“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.”
“One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.”
“He that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail.”
“What must be shall be.”
“Ready to go but never to return.”
“How much salt water thrown away in waste
To season love, that of it doth not taste.”
“Thou canst not speak of thou dost not feel.”
"Life, living, all is Death’s.”
“What's in a name?”
