I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
They say miracles are past.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd