Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.