Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo:

O Father Abram, What These Christians Are, Whose Own Hard Dealing Teaches Them Suspect The Thoughts Of Others!

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

Travelers Must Be Content.

Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet Now As It Was Before.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.