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"This above all, to thine own self be true," (I.iii.78)

"My father's spirit – in arms? All is not well. / I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! / Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, / Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes." (I.ii.255-8)

"/ These indeed seem, / For they are actions that a man might play, / But I have that within which passeth show- / These but the trappings and the suits of woe." (1.ii.83-86)

"Come gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night, / Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, / Take him and cut him out in little stars, / And he will make the face of heaven so fine / That all the world will be in love with night / And pay no worship to the garish sun." (3.2.20-4)

"These violent delights have violent ends, / And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, / Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey / Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, / And in the taste confounds the appetite: / Therefore love moderately, long love doth so: / Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow." (2.5.9-15)

"Wisely and slow: they stumble that run fast." (2.3.97)

"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, / And vice sometime by action dignified." (2.2.21-2)

"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, / And vice sometime by action dignified." (2.2.21-2)

"O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon, / That monthly changes in her circlèd orb, / Lest that thy love prove likewise variable." (2.1.158-160)

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, / For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." (1.4.170-1)

"Under love's heavy burden do I sink." (1.4.20)

"I'll look to like, if looking liking move: / But no more deep will I endart mine eye / Than your consent gives strength to make it fly." (1.4.89-91)

"One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun / Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun." (1.3.91-2)

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, / Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, / Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. / What is it else? A madness most discreet, / A choking gall and a preserving sweet." (1.1.190-4)

"Many a morning hath he there been seen, / With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, / Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs," (I.1.127-9)

"To die will be an awfully big adventure."

"Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change."

"…and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead."

"Second to the right, and then straight on till morning."