Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of
Foul whisperings are abroad
I see a man's life is a tedious one.
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.