Death-counterfeiting sleep.

A very honest woman but something given to lie

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.

What's done can't be undone.

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.