I fear too early, for my mind misgives; Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin. (Act 4 Scene 1)

But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen. (Act 4 Scene 1)

My only love sprung from my only hate! (Act 5 scene 1)

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. (Act 2 Scene 2)

Nurse i’ll to my wedding bed, And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead. (Act 3 Scene 2)