Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.