I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

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.

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

Lend less than you owe.