Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.