A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase,— I’ll be a candle-holder and look on,— The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.
’tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird; That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.
Here comes the lady:—O, so light a foot Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may bestride the gossamer That idles in the wanton summer air And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
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She is known for wanton behavior.
The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not wantonly destroy.