This part was repeating in my head a few weeks ago. These are Friar Laurence's wise words to the happy couple in Act 2, Scene 6:
09 These violent delights have violent ends
10 And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
11 Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
12 Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
13 And in the taste confounds the appetite.
14 Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
15 Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Will, your truth bombs are still exploding.