Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

Hate pollutes the mind.

I am a feather for each wind that blows

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.