Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.