It Is Certain That Either Wise Bearing

Barnes Are Blessings.

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

The Happiest Youth, Viewing His Progress Through, What Perils Past, What Crosses To Ensue, Would Shut The Book, And Sit Him Down And Die.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.