Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal

Love's Heralds Should Be Thoughts, Which Ten Times Faster Glide Than The Sun's Beams Driving Back Shadows Over Low'ring Hills. Therefore Do Nimble-pinioned Doves Draw Love, And Therefore Hath The Wind-swift Cupid Wings.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

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

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever