There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art Beautiful

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

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