Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Dost thou love me?
...the inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb...
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;
... O brawling love, O loving hate!
What I have summon from bachelor party and prayers at this time 3rd and your family
put up thy sword
You kiss by the book.
A pretty piece of flesh! I am!
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs...
Heaving heart
But... farewell compliment.
I'm kissing you
Yet, if thou swear'st, thou may'st prove false.
...retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.
Juliet! Juliet! Oh!
O me! What fray was here?
Don't be no fool
The garden walls are high and hard to climb...
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny...
Good morrow, cousin.
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch...
My only love sprung from my only hate!
To yourself be true
A man, young lady!
Goodnight
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's sups the fair Rosaline...
Shall I hear more...
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Come, we burn daylight, ho! Ho-o!