Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
The old folk, time's doting chronicles.
Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
Corruption wins not more than honesty.