What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.