ROMIO AND JULIET Tragedy by Shakespears
Cruel when it’s in my heart alone.
Were she afflicted too, then love were sweet!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O anything, of nothing first created!
O heavy lightness! Solemn vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, clear smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still-waking sleep, nothing is what it is!
I hate this loveless love I feel. Do you laugh?