If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

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.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

Tears Water Our Growth.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?