Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

Do not spread the compost on the weeds.

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

By that sin fell the angels.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.