A man in all the worlds new fashion planted That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
JACQUES: The worst fault you have is to be in love.
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
The game is up.