For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.

I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.