Fiction About Poisonings

"Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce."

"A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month."

"Two may keep counsel, putting one away."

"Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over louring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings."

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

"The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite."

"Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

"O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint."

"Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth."

"The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring."

"Thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody and as soon moody to be moved."

"Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes."

"Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat."

"Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,—thou art a villain."

"Mercutio: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws] Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tybalt: What wouldst thou have with me? Mercutio: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives."

"I am hurt; A plague o' both your houses! I am sped."

"Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife."