A very honest woman but something given to lie
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.