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

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!

Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave