But she’s best married that lives married long, But she’s best married that lives married long, But she’s best married that lives married long, But she’s best married that lives married long, But she’s best married that lives married long, But she’s best married that dies married young. Dry up your swords, you know not what. CAPULET. Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be a wife. Now comes the wanton summer air And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird, That lets it hop a little prating thing,—O, there is a truth, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: