Memory, the warder of the brain.

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.

Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.

All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of

In right and service to their noble country.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!