Romeo and Juliet

"That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story."

"God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish."

"Why, he's a man of wax."

"Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down."

"Romeo: I dreat a dream to-night. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie."

"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; Her traces, of the smallest spider's web; Her collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid: Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers: And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then he dreams of another benefice: Sometime she 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. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage."

"Romeo: Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mercutio: True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes, Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south."

"But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail!"

"Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days."

"O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!"

"So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows."

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

"Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Romeo. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purged. [Kissing her] Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Romeo: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. Juliet. You kiss by the book."

"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!"

"Steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks."

"But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet."

"Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but 'ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove.'"

"He jests at scars that never felt a wound."

"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!"

"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!"

"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."

"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself."

"I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

"For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt."

"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords."

"At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs."

"O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry."

"Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.'"

"Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Romeo: Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Juliet: But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

"Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."

"It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!"

"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this."

"'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty."

"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

"The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light."

"The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb."