You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

Woe to that land that's governed by a child.