Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

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

Let's meet as little as we can