 | Robert Mattson - 1997 - 132 psl.
...cannot counteract the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. If you will join our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death...what he dare; It is enough I may but call her mine. FRIAR LAWRENCE. These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like spark and powder,... | |
 | Brandon Toropov - 1997 - 228 psl.
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 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 290 psl.
...cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare It is enough I may but cali her mine. FRIAR These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1979 - 2402 psl.
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 | John Bascom - 1998 - 320 psl.
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 | Valerie McRoberts - 1998 - 52 psl.
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 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 1458 psl.
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 | Lady Mary Wroth - 1999 - 648 psl.
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 | Laurie Rozakis - 1999 - 406 psl.
...Shakespeare's genius with language. that very afternoon. The Friar counsels moderation and wisdom: "These violent delights have violent ends, / And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, / Which as they kiss consume." He cautions Romeo to love moderately, so that he may love long. But... | |
 | Frederick Turner - 1999 - 232 psl.
...we risk the loss of the entire investment the master has made in us. As Friar Lawrence warns: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume . . . Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives... | |
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These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. 
