"Two households, both alike in dignity,
   In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
   Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
   A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life.

These violent delights have violent ends 
    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, 
Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey 
    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness 
 And in the taste confounds the appetite. 
    Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; 
 Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

                                 William Shakespeare