Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.

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

Talkers are no good doers.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.