A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

For she had eyes and chose me.

Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.

If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.