The fearful 
          passage of their death-mark'd love,
          And the continuance of their parents' rage,
          Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
        Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage."
        
         "Wilt 
          thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
          It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
          That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
          Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:
          Believe me, love, it was the nightingale."
        
        "Night's 
          candles are burnt out, and jocund day
          Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops."
        
        
        "My bounty 
        is as boundless as the sea,
        My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
        The more I have, for both are infinite." 
        
         
        
        "You 
          and I are past our dancing days."
        
        "Come, 
          night! come, Romeo! come, thou day in night!
          For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,
          Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
          Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night,
          Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
          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."
        
        "...Eyes, 
          look your last!
          Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
          The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
          A dateless bargain to engrossing death! - above quotes - Romeo and Juliet 
        
        
            "Not 
              yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 
              'tis a peascod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him 
              in standing water, between boy and man. He is very shrewishly: one would 
              think his mother's milk were scarce out of him." - 
              Twelfth Night
        
            Than men their minds! 'tis true.
            O heaven! were man
            But constant, he were perfect. That one error
            Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
            Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
            What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
            More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye? - The Two Gentlemen of Verona