A Plague On Both Your Houses.

Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.

Two Households, Both Alike In Dignity In Fair Verona, Where We Lay Our Scene From Ancient Grudge Break To New Mutiny Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean. From Forth The Fatal Loins Of These Two Foes A Pair Of Star-cross'd Lovers Take Their Life Whose Misadventured Piteous Overthrows Do With Their Death Bury Their Parents' Strife.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.