You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.