In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

“Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglectMy love should kindle t…”

“Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!”

“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far …”

“Тупой разгул на запад и востокПозорит нас среди других народов;Нас называют пья…”