There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.