FRIAR LAWRENCE: Heaven gave you your soul, the earth your body, and your family your nobility—in killing yourself, you would insult all three.
My God, Romeo—you have looks, love, and intelligence, but you refuse to use any of them. Without manly bravery, your handsome body is no better than a wax statue. This weakness makes your vows of love a hollow lie.
Your mind is a weapon, but like a foolish soldier whose gun explodes because he's careless, you turn it against yourself.
Get up, man! Your Juliet is alive...there you are lucky. Tybalt would have killed you, but instead you killed him...there you are lucky. The law became your friend and turned your death into exile...there you are lucky.
Your life is full of blessings, and happiness knocks at your door. But like a misbehaved, sullen girl, you complain about your fortune and your love. Take heed, take heed—such people die miserable.