As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear