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

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

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