Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.