William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

"A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.*She’s a stubborn little brat.*"

"What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*"

"Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe."

"Sometimes we punish ourselves the most."

"Out of her favour, where I am in love."

"Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this."

"Friar Laurence:O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought to vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give; nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified."

"I have more care to staythan will to go."

"The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately."

"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume"

"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity."

"Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short."

"Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mercutio: That dreamers often lie."

"Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

"OH ROMEO. THOU ART ROMEO. WILL YOU MARRY ME. THOU ART ROMEO."

"I would forget it fain,But oh, it presses to my memory,Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds."

"When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,And these, who, often drowned, could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun."

"ROMEO :'Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here,Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing,Live here in heaven and may look on her,But Romeo may not. More validity,More honorable state, more courtship lives In carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. But Romeo may not. He is banishèd. Flies may do this, but I from this must fly. They are free men, but I am banishèd. And sayst thou yet that exile is not death?Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife,No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,But “banishèd” to kill me?—“Banishèd”!O Friar, the damnèd use that word in hell. Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,A sin-absolver, and my friend professed,To mangle me with that word “banishèd”?"

"Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again"

"turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun."