And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

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.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.