Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.
Love is . . . a madness most discreet
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.