Book: Romeo and Juliet. Page 4

Love a tender thing? She's rude and evil.
And is itchy and stings like thorns.

Friends we, as the students home and from friends, as with a bag to class in the winter...

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, that in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
When the wonderful story in the book hidden,
It is just more valued.
It is more valuable than gold clasp,
The meaning of gold protecting him.
(External beauty even more precious when the inner covers. The book, the Golden clasp which closes the gold content, is particularly respected.)

And hate and painful tenderness.
And hatred and tenderness - the same heat
Blind, nothing serious vanity,
Empty the burden, serious fun
The discordant collection of slender form,
Cold fever, a deadly health
Sleepless sleep which is deeper sleep.
That's what, and worse of ice and rock,
My love, which is serious to me.
You're not laughing?

Alas, the love pathways
Can and without an eye to find himself!
(Love is blind, they say,
But without eyes the way toward the goal he sees.)

... Don't be neither a spendthrift nor a miser:
Only love moderately.

... please do not rush.
He falls who is racing at full speed.

Fire with fire meet,
Trouble - trouble and illness treat illness,
Circling back to the whirling stopped,
You the trouble exactly the same argue.
Try to grab a new infection
And still not remember a single time.

Live while you're alive, buddy...

What evil
Still would like to me Dating?

Having ripened so early this morning?

What evil we perpetrated kindness!
I own quite melancholy,
And you attended hurt me.
Cares your about me
My sadness you estravil twice.
What is love? The madness of intoxication.
Game fire leading to the fire.
Ignited a sea of tears
Meditation - for rashness,
The mixture of poison and antidote.
Goodbye, my friend.

Two distinguished family.
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
Are internecine battles
And I don't want to stop the bloodshed.
Love each other kids are the ringleaders,
But fate arranges the plots
And their destruction the coffin at the door
Puts an end to the irreconcilable hatred.
Their life, love and death and, moreover,
The world of their parents on their grave
Two hours will be the creature
Played before you were.
Pomolodela to the weaknesses of the pen -
Flatten them try the game.

Then only two secret keep,
When one of them doesn't.