O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!

We cannot all be masters.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.

You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.