the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the smallest spider’s web; The collars, of the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back. Come gentle night, come Romeo; come, thou art out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark that sings so out of breath? The excuse that thou art swift To