There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

All difficulties are easy when they are known.