Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.
Never shame to hear what you have nobly done