Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.

Speak low, if you speak love.

To whom God will, there be the victory.

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.