A Rose By Any Other Name

I have heard tell that hounds are wont to bark, Whilst toms and pussies meow upon the street. Mice do squeak whilst scury’ing through the park, As birds that fly above make frequent “tweet.” The bovines who graze daftly in the grass Might often make a sound comes close to “moo” Nor can one forget the braying ass, But there’s one sound known only to a few. What, prithee tell, sayeth that most wild and wily of creatures, the fox? RING-DING-DING-DING-DINGERRINGEDING! GERING-DING-DING-DING-DINGERRINGEDING! GERING-DING-DING-DING-DINGERRINGEDING! What, prithee tell, sayeth that most wild and wily of creatures, the fox? WA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-POW! WA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-POW! WA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-POW! HATEE-HATEE-HATEE-HO! HATEE-HATEE-HATEE-HO! HATEE-HATEE-HATEE-HO! What, prithee tell, sayeth that most wild and wily of creatures, the fox?

Tybalt: OMFG UNCLE THERE ARE MONTAGUES AT YOUR PARTY.

Capulets? More like Crapulets heh

I loved you ever: but it is no matter.

You have witchcraft in your lips…

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

"Juliet, I swear to god, if you ask me one more time I will hit you with this pillow," warned Morgan, giving her friend a stern look.

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