Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

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.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

Every why has a wherefore.