[identity profile] donna-c-punk.livejournal.com 2011-10-26 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
In ninth grade, we had to pick a section from the play and recite it in front of class for a grade. I still remember the section I picked.

My only love sprung from my only hate
Too early seen unknown and known too late
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathed enemy

I CANNOT GET THIS SHIT OUT OF MY BRAIN. Twenty fucking years later. ARGH.