What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.