Fair Is Foul, And Foul

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended.