One sin another doth provoke.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.