For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

Beauty lives with kindness.

They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?

Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.