Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

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

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary