The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
Death, thou shalt die.
At most, the greatest persons are but great wens, and excrescences; men of wit and delightful conversation, but as morals for ornament, except they be so incorporated into the body of the world that they contribute something to the sustentation of the whole.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.