... And Death Unloads Thee.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On, Give Me Excess Of It; That Surfeiting, The Appetite May Sicken, And So Die.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.