[...] JULIET: 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone-- And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from his hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silken thread plucks it back again So loving-jealous of his liberty.
ROMEO: I would I were thy bird.
JULIET: Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
ROMEO: Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! [...]
-- Quote from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Como, Italy (December, 2005)