“for Mercutio's soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to keep him company:Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.”
“Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.”
“No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.”
“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
“Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!Thou art the Potter and I am the clay.”
“Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.This above all: to thine own self be true, 85And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man.Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!”