Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75