How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Me when me im when im when im i m im im
-William Shakspere, 2007
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time.