And Where The Offense Is, Let The

Love Goes Toward Love.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

Gnawing With My Teeth My Bonds In Sunder, I Gain'd My Freedom.