:43:07
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
:43:09
..that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
:43:14
Juliet!
:43:39
Almighty is the powerful grace
that lies in plants, herbs, stones,...
:43:44
..and their true qualities.
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For nought so vile
that on the earth doth live...
:43:52
..but to the earth
some special good doth give.
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And nought so good
but strained from that fair use,...
:44:00
..revolts from true birth,
stumbling on abuse.
:44:04
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,...
:44:07
..and vice sometime's by action dignified.
:44:11
Within the infant rind of this... weak flower...
:44:15
..poison is resident...
:44:18
..and medicine power.
:44:20
For this, being smelt,
with that part cheers each part.
:44:24
Being tasted,...
:44:26
..slays all senses with the heart.
:44:31
Two such opposed kings encamp them still
in man as well as herbs,...
:44:35
..grace and rude will.
:44:37
And where the worser is predominant,
full soon the canker death...
:44:42
..eats up that plant.
:44:44
Good morrow, Father!
:44:46
Benedicite!
:44:49
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
:44:52
Good morrow, Romeo.
:44:54
Good morrow.
:44:56
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head...
:44:59
..so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.