The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.