Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!
It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
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.