I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.
A pair of star-crossed lovers.
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.