...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

I am wealthy in my friends.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

...an old man is twice a child.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Avaunt, you cullions!