Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

All the world's a stage.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.