Amen, amen!
Come what sorrow can, it 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 call her mine. (II.VI.8)
Ah, Juliet, sweeten with thy breath this neighbour air and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both receive. (II.V.27)