ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.