It Is Held That Valor Is The

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

O Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father Refuse Thy Name, Thou Art Thyself Thou Not A Montegue, What Is Montegue? Tis Nor Hand Nor Foot Nor Any Other Part Belonging To A Man What Is In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, So Romeo Would Were He Not Romeo Called Retain Such Dear Perfection To Which He Owes Without That Title, Romeo, Doth Thy Name! And For That Name Which Is No Part Of Thee, Take All Thyself.