Love Is Merely A Madness.

Confess Yourself To Heaven, Repent What's Past, Avoid What Is To Come, And Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds To Make Them Ranker.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.