Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Appetite, a universal wolf.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
When I was at home I was in a better place