This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.