For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
All things are ready, if our mind be so.
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.