A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.