Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.