These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which,

as they kiss, consume. (Act 2, Scene 6, 9-11) -Friar

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. (Act 2, Scene 6, 11-15) -Friar

Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some and yet all different. Oh, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities. For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give. (Act 2, Scene 3, 13-18) Friar

Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilld liquor drink thou off, When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humor. (Act 4, Scene 1, 96-99) Friar

In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, And hither shall he come, and he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. (Act 4, Scene 1, 114-117) Friar Friar John, go hence. Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell. (Act 5, Scene 2, 20-22)

And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. (Act 2, Scene 3, 28-29) -Friar

With baleful weeds and precious-juicd flowers. The earth, thats natures mother, is her tomb. (Act 2, Scene 3, 8-9) -Friar