Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us,

I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life; But, For My Single Self, I Had As Lief Not Be As Live To Be In Awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

For There Was Never Yet Philosoper That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently, However They Have Writ The Style Of Gods, And Made A Push At Chance And Sufferance.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.