Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.
In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.
I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
All the world's a stage.