Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out