I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief? O Sweet My Mother, Cast Me Not Away! Delay This Marriage For A Month, A Week, Or If You Do Not, Make The Bridal Bed In That Dim Monument Where Tybalt Lies.

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.