I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.
I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.