“I am too much in the sun.”
“A glooming peace this morning with it brings;The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:For never was a story of more woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
“The one I love is the son of the one I hate!-Juliet p. 75”
“Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married"It is an honor that I dream not of”
“For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
“Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,It helps not, it prevails not.”