It seemed appropriate to read Romeo and Juliet during the week of Valentine’s Day (to pay homage to St. Valentine’s violent death and the eventual association of romantic love). Partake of some of the romantic, solemnly-breathed gushing in the early acts:
- She doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night as a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear.
- Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
- Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.
- Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
