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.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

The icy precepts of respect.

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!