These violent delights have violent ends. – Friar Lawrence
Love comforteth like sunshine after the rain. – Friar Lawrence
Young men’s love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. – Friar Lawrence
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. – Friar Lawrence
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. – Friar Lawrence
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. – Friar Lawrence
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. – Friar Lawrence
Injurious time now with a robber’s haste, to steal love’s hours. – Friar Lawrence
The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb; what is her burying grave, that is her womb. – Friar Lawrence
Affliction is enamored of thy parts, and thou art wedded to calamity. – Friar Lawrence
Give me my Romeo, and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars. – Friar Lawrence
The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night. – Friar Lawrence
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; and vice sometimes by action dignified. – Friar Lawrence
The sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds, lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. – Friar Lawrence
These woes shall serve as sweet discourse in our times to come. – Friar Lawrence
I’ll give you remedy. – Friar Lawrence
Friar Lawrence Quotes part 2
Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent to marry Paris. – Friar Lawrence
The law that threatened death becomes thy friend and turns it to exile. – Friar Lawrence
O, deadly sin! O, rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince, taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law. – Friar Lawrence
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men. – Friar Lawrence
Hold your desperate hand! Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art. – Friar Lawrence
There art thou happy. – Friar Lawrence
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die. – Friar Lawrence
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast. – Friar Lawrence
Delay this marriage for a month, a week, or, if you do not, make the bridal bed in that dim monument where Tybalt lies. – Friar Lawrence
Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon, and there she shall at Friar Laurence’ cell be shrived and married. – Friar Lawrence
The grey-eyed Morn smiles on the frowning night, chequering the Eastern clouds with streaks of light. – Friar Lawrence
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, and vice sometimes by action dignified. – Friar Lawrence
God joyn’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands. – Friar Lawrence
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. – Friar Lawrence
The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb; what is her burying grave, that is her womb. – Friar Lawrence
In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will be significant and chief specialities. – Friar Lawrence
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, and vice sometimes by action dignified. – Friar Lawrence
Affliction is enamored of thy parts, and thou art wedded to calamity. – Friar Lawrence
And joy comes well in such a needy time. – Friar Lawrence
And here alone must Romeo stay. – Friar Lawrence
Go home, be merry, give consent to marry Paris. – Friar Lawrence
Hold thy desperate hand! O, then I see that madmen have no ears. – Friar Lawrence
I long to die if what thou speak’st not of remedy. – Friar Lawrence
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? – Friar Lawrence
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, and hither shall he come; and he and I will watch thy waking. – Friar Lawrence
The law that threatened death becomes thy friend and turns it to exile. – Friar Lawrence
These woes shall serve as sweet discourse in our times to come. – Friar Lawrence
These times of woe afford no time to woo. – Friar Lawrence
When deep desire doth lend a listening ear. – Friar Lawrence
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