You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name; Or, If Thou Wilt Not, Be But Sworn My Love... 'tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy; What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?