'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.
Friendship is full of dregs.
A pair of star-crossed lovers.
The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.