How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.