'Tis true 'tis pity And pity 'tis 'tis true.
The time is out of joint.
Beggar that I am I am even poor in thanks.
More in sorrow than in anger.
My words fly up my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
Give me my Romeo and when he shall die. Take him and cut him out in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to t...
Ay me! for aught that I ever could read Could ever hear by tale or history The course of true love never did run smooth.
Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them - but not for love.
This bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh.
Though this be madness yet there is method in 't.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
What cannot be avoided t'were childish weakness to lament or fear.
n sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,I am to learn;And such a want-wit sad...
Live by the words of intelligence endured..F@&$ IT!
I know you all, and will awhile uphold the unyoked humour of your idleness . . .
A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)
There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now...
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.