I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.