Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.