Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything, from nothing first create,
O heavy lightness! Serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Act 1. Scene 1. 175-182
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
I don't have the passage, but one could be appearance. Another could be something about jobs... e.g. Some people think women shouldn't be in the military, or be mechanics, or that men shouldn't be hair stylists or models
Answer:
While I was smoking my cigar, a fire engine came roaring around the corner.
Explanation:
In the third option it's showing the time when the fire engine came and that too in correct form of words.
