It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

They that touch pitch will be defiled.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.