For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.