One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

For now they kill me with a living death.

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.