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Tis but thy name
that is my enemy
It is the east
and juliet is the sun
these violent delights
have violent ends
what, drawn and talk of peace?
i hate the word as i hate hell, all montagues and thee
now by the stock and honour of my kin
to strike him dead i hold it not a sin
my only love sprung
from my only hate
where civil blood
makes civil hands unclean
thy beauty has made me
effeminate
a plauge a’both
your houses
call me but love and
i’ll be new baptised
too rash
too unadvised too sudden
defy thy father
and refuse thy name
women may fall when
there is no strength in men
young men’s love lies not truly in their hearts
but in their eyes
i speak not, do what thou wilt,
for i am done with thee
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other word would smell as sweet.