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Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb...

Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo