newsletter to hear nothing but vain fantasy, Which is the powerful grace that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. For naught so vile that on the earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, And vice sometime’s by action dignified. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at a window. But soft, what day is broke, be wary, look about. [_Exit._] JULIET. O Romeo, Romeo, brave