
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 you her maid are far more fair than she...♥
What's is in a name? that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Oh, Romeo, doff that name , and for that name which is not part of thee take all of myself...♥




