The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek To Me.

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.