Yearning
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess’d it.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene ii

O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess’d it.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene ii

How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii

Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene vi

My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? A madness most discreet.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act I, Scene i

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!
-Romeo and Juliet,
Act V, Scene i

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii