R+J

• women being the weaker vessels
• a pair of star crossed lover take their life
• death-marked love
• I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: the valiant Paris seeks you for his love
• Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me
• I would the fool were married to her grave
• O swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon
• these violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die like fire and powder
• grave is like my wedding bed
• too rash, too unadvised, too sudden and too like lightning
• the orchard walls are high and hard to climb And the place death... if any of my kinsmen find thee here
• 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
• proud can never be of what I hate, but thankful for the hate that is meant love
• My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen, and known too late
• Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much
• Take thou some new infection to thy eye And the rank poison of the old will die
• It pricks like thorn, if love be rough with you, be rough with love
• I fear too early, for my mind misgives some consequences yet hanging in the stars....of a despised life.... of untimely death
• As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea I should adventure for such merchandise
• Juliet is the sun, Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon
• O doth she teach the torches to burn bright
• O bawling love, O loving hate
• If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine
• But woo her gentle Paris, get her heart
• hang, beg, starve, die in the streets
• green-sickness carrion

  you baggage
• My child is yet a stranger in the world She hath not seen the change of fourteen years Let two more years wither
• With purple fountains issuing from your veins
• If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace
• See what a scourge is laid upon your hate That heaven finds mean to kill your joys with love
• Thou was't the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed
• You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so