The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.