Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping

Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You, Be Rough With Love.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

Coal-black Is Better Than Another Hue In That It Scorns To Bear Another Hue; For All The Water In The Ocean Can Never Turn The Swan's Black Legs To White, Although She Lave Them Hourly In The Flood.