Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.