Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

Foul whisperings are abroad

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me