Fie on’t! ah, fie! The entire water from Mariana trench, will not wash and cast my vailed lid off. I have lost all my mirth, oh, Rosaline, thaw, why, art thou creating this pledge, to live chaste, what a waste! I hath made a lot of tenders about my affection to thou, a permeant violet in youth. I beseech you, bend you to regret thy decision, my chiefest angle! Your words are the gentle breeze from the heaven. O God! God! Roaming in the woods and wait till the time to be passed, my mind have recently become to an unweeded garden, everything which impart me to be in ecstasy becomes sterile. Benvolio advised me to forget about her in the morn, but how, to forget her beauty, wisdom. He told me to pay attention on other beauties. Nay, examining
