«Romeo and Juliet» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 36

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far

As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,

I would adventure for such merchandise.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;

For stony limits cannot hold love out,

And what love can do that dares love attempt.

Turn back, dull earth, and find my centre out.

Go, then; fir 'tis in vain

To seek him here that means not to be found.

let lips do what hands do

seek happy nights to happy days

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;

Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;

One desperate grief cures with another's languish:

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

And the rank poison of the old will die.

sad hours seem long