Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
Love is a wonderful, terrible thing
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.