Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

“Caesar, Now be still, I killed not thee with half so good a will"?”

“There is no evil angel but Love”

“YORK. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France, Whose tongue more po…”

“Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?”