for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.