It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

On pain of death, no person be so bold.