Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

I may command where I adore.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.