Women may fail when there is no strength in man

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.