Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me.

Weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath

Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude

Thou wert best set - thy lower part where thy nose stands

I am not that feather to shake offMy friend when he must need me.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name