a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.