romeo and juliet quotes 3

For never was a story of more woe

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.
 

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

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