Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

“Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and wha…”

“A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;Whole misadventured piteous overt…”

“Shame to him whose cruel striking, kills for thoughts of his own liking.”

“Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.”