Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

A pair of star-crossed lovers.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Let the end try the man.