The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.