I always enjoyed that bit of Romeo and Juliet in high school... If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree And wish

I always enjoyed that bit of Romeo and Juliet in high school... If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.— O Romeo, that she were! Oh, that she were An open arse, and thou a poperin pear.