One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

Tempt not a desperate man

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

Justice always whirls in equal measure.

Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.