Ces plaisirs violents ont des fins violentes;
Dans leurs excès ils meurent tels la poudre et le feu,
Que leur baiser consume.

“for Mercutio's soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to kee…”

“Ne postoji ništa ni dobro ni loše, nego od razmišljanja postaje takvo.”

“For it falls outThat what we have we prize not to the worthWhiles we enjoy it, …”

“If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable ficti…”