"I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death."
--Romeo, Act I Scene iv

"O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! 
It seems she hangs
upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear."
--Romeo, Act I Scene v

"Did my heart love till now?  Forswear it sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
--Romeo, Act I Scene v

"My only love, sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too
late!"--Juliet, Act I Scene v

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. 
To smooth that rough touch with tender kiss."
--Romeo, Act I Scene v

"What's in a name?  That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
--Juliet Act II Scene v

"O, speak again, bright angel!"
--Romeo, Act II Scene ii

"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!  O, that I were a glove upon that hand.  That I might touch that cheek!"
--Romeo, Act II Scene ii

"Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow."
--Juliet, Act II Scene ii

"Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?  Deny thy father and refuse thy name.  Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer  be a Capulet."
--Juliet, Act II Scene ii

"I am the East and Juliet is the sun!  Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon!"
--Romeo Act II Scene ii

"These violent delights have violent ends."
--Friar Lawrence, Act II Scene vi

"A plaque o' both your houses!"
--Mercutio, Act III Scene i

"Either thou or I, or both, must go with him!"
--Romeo, Act III Scene iii

"Romeo slew Tybalt.  Romeo must not live!"
--Lady Capulet, Act III Scene i

"I am a fortune's fool!"
--Romeo, Act III

"Here's to my love!  Thus with a kiss I die."
--Romeo, Act V Scene iii

"Romeo is banished!"
--Juliet Act III Scene ii

"Death lies on her like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field."
--Capulet Act IV Scene v

"For never was a story of more woe than this, of Juliet and her Romeo."
--Prince, Act V Scene iii