Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.