But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.