For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.