To Be In Anger Is Impiety, But

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

How My Achievements Mock Me!

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief? O Sweet My Mother, Cast Me Not Away! Delay This Marriage For A Month, A Week, Or If You Do Not, Make The Bridal Bed In That Dim Monument Where Tybalt Lies.