I'll look to like if looking liking move
I beseech you on my knees
Prodigous birth of love it is to me
My grave is to be my wedding bed
My only love sprung from my only hate
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
That which we call a rose/ by any other name would smell as sweet
What if it be a poison?
Romeo, i come (she drinks)
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