We have some salt of our youth in us.
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.