There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
A pair of star-crossed lovers.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
Women's weapons, water-drops.