What's in a name? That which we call a rose

The lady doth protest too much

If music be the food of love, play on

All the world's a stage

To be, or not to be

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

Out, damned spot

All that glitters is not gold

Et tu, Brute?

Cowards die many times before their deaths

Frailty, thy name is woman

What light through yonder window breaks?

The course of true love never did run smooth

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears

A plague on both your houses

Beware the ides of March

O happy dagger!