Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You Know.