Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.