Juliet.
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;–
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title:–Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Romeo.
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptiz’d;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Would it smell as sweet?
I hope Urban Grind (Paddington) doesn’t conclude so tragically!
What Urban Grind has is not a name but a culture and and a bloody good coffee. As long as that’s why people turn up!
BTW - It’s still a good name
Oh how foul doth this computer program be? My learning bumps with WP-admin do tire thee. Thou that hast taken my post from me and causing thee angst. My machine needs photoshop. And thee mind would rest if it knew why images uploaded of a certain pixel dimension are thus minimised when published.
Thou eyes burn holes in thee screen and a fist full of anger doth rise within me. No more..no more.
Till tomorrow, i thee weep.