For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
I am ill at these numbers.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.