Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.