Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.