*~*Star-Crossed Lovers Take Their Life*~*
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Here's much to do with hate but more with love.
Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything of nothing first created!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.