And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.