I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.