o’er the volume of young Paris’ face, And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen. Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content; And what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me such a sight as this? LADY CAPULET. Ay, you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles, I have spoke; but farewell compliment. Dost thou love me? I know the