The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.