Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

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.

There Is A Law In Each Well-ordered Nation To Curb Those Raging Appetites That Are Most Disobedient And Refractory.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.

The Hideous God Of War.