Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Pardon's the word to all.
Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.