“Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.”

“I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.”

“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.”

“That he's mad, 'tis true,'tis true 'tis pity,And pity 'tis, 'tis true—a foolish figure,”