Shakespeare in Love
The Love Poetry of William Shakespeare

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Though 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, where he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Romeo and Juliet (II.ii)