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.

There is a tide in the affairs of men

When I waked, I cried to dream again

Men should be what they seem.

I have a bone to pick with Fate

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.