O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
He was not so much brain as earwax
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.