CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Sweet are the uses of adversity

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75