thus with a kiss I die - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast."

"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!"