The let-alone lies not in your good will.

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.

The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.

Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of