Who said: "We are undone, lady, we are undone! Alack the day! He's gone, he's killed, he's dead!"

Who said: "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."

Who said: "Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken?"

Who said: "What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death!"

Who said: "This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover."

Who said: "And for that offense Immediately we do exile him hence!"

Who said: "Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast."

Who said: "Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school heavy looks."

Who said: "Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

Who said: "Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged."

Who said: "He jests at scars that never felt a wound."

Who said: "Younger than she are happy mothers made."

Who said: "Away from the light steals home my heavy son, And private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out And makes himself an artificial night."

Who said: "These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume."

Who said: "How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?"

Who said: "The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

Who said: "But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part."

Who said: "Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

Who said: "You kiss by the book!"