‘Much to do with hate, but more with love: Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing, first create! O heavy lightness’
‘Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, being purg’d, a fire sparkling on lovers’ eyes, being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with loving tears. What is it else? A madness’
‘O she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night as a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear - beauty too rich for use’
‘Juliet is the sun, arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou’
‘Is this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art’
‘O sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate, and in my temper soften’d valour’s steel!’
‘Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art; thy tears are womanish, they wild acts denote the unreasonable fury of a beast.’
‘I will tear thee joint by joint, and strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage-wild’
‘Bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy sea sick weary bark! Here’s to my love!’