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.

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.