Appetite, a universal wolf.
Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?
My soul is in the sky.
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)
Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.