More from Romeo and Juliet
- My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; The more I give to thee the more I have, for both are infinite.
- O! I am Fortune’s fool.
- ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
- Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!
- What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
- All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told; Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold.
Last reviewed 2026-07-07