Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

The proverb is something musty.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

One man in his time plays many parts.