Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.