ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!