A light heart lives long.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Love is merely a madness.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

I had as lief have been myself alone.