And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
O Romeo Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo.
We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Double double toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
How now, spirit, whither wander you?
The law hath not been dead though it hath slept.
Be free, and fare thou well!