Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
(Romeo 1.1.175)
O, she do teach the torches to burn bright!
it's seems she hang upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in Ethiop's ear--
beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
(Romeo 1.5.45-48)
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet
(Juliet 2.2.43-44)
This violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Which as they kiss consume
(Friar Laurence 2.6.9-11)
O, here
Will i set up my everlasting rest
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
(Romeo 5.2.109-115)
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