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.

Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.

I'll teach you differences.