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Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

Like madness is the glory of this life.

His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

love is blindand lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

These violent delights have violent ends.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.