Juliet Lines 2.6

SISTER LAWRENCE

Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

A lover may bestride the gossamers

That idles in the wanton summer air,

And yet not fall, so light is vanity.

Good even to my mystic confessor.

SISTER LAWRENCE

Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

ROMEO

This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue

Unfold the imagined happiness that both

Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,

Brags of his substance, not of ornament.

They are but beggars that can count their worth,

But my true love is grown to such excess

I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

SISTER LAWRENCE

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not time's fool, through rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks

"No man ever loved"

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