O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

All dark and comfortless.

For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

What, can the devil speak true?

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.