As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.

Live how we can, yet die we must.

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.