...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

A Contract Of Eternal Bond Of Love, Confirm'd By Mutual Joinder Of Your Hands, Arrested By The Holy Close Of Lips, Strength'ned By The Interchangement Of Your Rings, And All The Ceremony Of This Compact Seal'd In My Function, By My Testimony.

O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend Me A Heart Replete With Thankfulness!

The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.