Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.