Ромео и Джульетта

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

The Devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep.

The rest, is silence.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.