Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.