Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.