WE BURN DAYLIGHT.

 

ROMEO: LADY, BY YONDER BLESSED MOON I SWEAR

THAT TIPS WITH SILVER ALL THES FRUIT-TREE TOPS –

JULIET: O! SWEAR NOT BY THE MOON, THE INCONSTANT MOON,

THAT MONTHLY CHANGES IN HER CIRCLED ORB,

LEST THAT THY LOVE PROVE LIKEWISE VARIABLE.