There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

Love reasons without reason.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.