" O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night"(1.5.666-667)
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,Which mannerly devotion shows in this;"(1.2.723-724).
"At the hour of nine"(2.2.1032).
"Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,"(2.2.998)
"Do thou but close our hands with holy wordsThat one short minute gives me in her sight:It cannot countervail the exchange of joy"(2.6.1462-1464).
 “Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,Brags of his substance, not of ornament:They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth”(2.6.1489-1493).
"A challenge, on my life"(2.4.1166)
" Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,Hath sent a letter to his father's house"(2.4.1164-1165).
"Boy, this shall not excuse the injuriesThat thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw"(3.1.1564-1565).
"To such a greeting: villain am I none;Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not"(3.1.1562-1563).