I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.

That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.

To an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.