Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.