Romantico-fashionable

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.....that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.

But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!