But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

I was born free as Caesar; so were you

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

There's place and means for every man alive.