But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
William Shakespeare
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet. -
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. -
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. -
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For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men. -
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Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.