"o, she doth teaches the tourches to bright" (Juliet)
"o, bright Angel" (Juliet)
"Bright Smoke" (Rosaline)
"heavy Feather" (Rosaline)
"Is love a tender thing, too rough, too rude, too bostious and Pricks like a thone."
"love is a somke raised by the fume of sighs."
"Did my heart love 'till now? Forswear it, sight! for u ne'er saw true beauty 'till this night"
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