In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

Had I But Died An Hour Before This Chance, I Had Liv'd A Blessed Time; For, From This Instant, There's Nothing Serious In Mortality: All Is But Toys; Renown, And Grace Is Dead; The Wine Of Life Is Drawn, And The Mere Lees Is Left This Vault To Brag Of.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.