When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.