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FRIAR LAURENCE: Thou fond mad man, hear me butspeak a word.ROMEO: O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.FRIAR LAURENCE: I’ll give thee armour to keep offthat word:Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,To comfort thee, though thou art banished.ROMEO: Yet banished? Hang up philosophy!Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.FRIAR LAURENCE: O, then I see that madmenhave no ears.ROMEO: How should they, when that wise menhave no eyes?FRIAR LAURENCE: Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.ROMEO: Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,Doting like me and like me banished,Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thoutear thy hair,And fall upon the ground, as I do now,Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

O brave new world,That has such people in ’t!-Miranda

Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at whichmy nose is in great indignation. (IV, 1, lines 223-224)

O, that is entertainmentMy bosom likes not, nor my brows!

Here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold. The Winter's Tale, Act 4, Sc.4

To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.

do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love:

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.

...the pleached bower,Where honeysuckles ripened by the sunForbid the sun to enter, like favoritesMade proud by princes, that advance their prideAgainst that power that bred it.

He kiss’d, –the last of many doubled kisses, –this orient pearl.

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,The other way he's a Mars.

BENEDICK: That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks. But that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none. And the fine is, for the which I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor.

..What our contempt often hurls from us,We wish it our again; the present pleasure,By revolution lowering,does becomeThe opposite of itself..

What need the bridge much broader than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity.

Let me hear you speak farther. I have spirit to do anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;This sensible warm motion to becomeA kneaded clod; and the delighted spiritTo bathe in fiery floods, or to resideIn thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,And blown with restless violence round aboutThe pendent world; or to be worse than worstOf those that lawless and incertain thoughtImagine howling: 'tis too horrible!The weariest and most loathed worldly lifeThat age, ache, penury and imprisonmentCan lay on nature is a paradiseTo what we fear of death.

I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment.

From too much liberty, my Lucio, libertyAs surfeit is the father of much fast,So every scope of the immoderate useTurns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, -Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, - A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.