What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.