Speak me fair in death.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.

Making night hideous.