The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.