I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are Dangerous.

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Romeo: Courage, Man; The Hurt Cannot Be Much. Mercutio: No, 'tis Not So Deep As A Well, Nor So Wide As A Church-door; But 'tis Enough, 'twill Serve. Ask For Me Tomorrow, And You Shall Find Me A Grave Man.

You Are A Tedious Fool.