Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

I am a feather for each wind that blows

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.