Ramlee & Jamilah...

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Jamilah is the sun!

O Ramlee, Ramlee! wherefore art thou Ramlee?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other word would smell as sweet.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.

Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow'd night,
Give me my Ramlee; and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of Heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Jamilah and her Ramlee.