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What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet |
Love goes towards love as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. |
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My hearts dear love is set, on the fair daughter of rich Capulet. |
Villian am I none. Therefore farewell, I see thou knowest me not. |
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Either thou or I, or both, must go with him! |
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do! They pray! Grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. |
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O God, I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. |
Good night sweet prince and may angels sing thee to thy rest. |
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