If you be King, why should not I succeed?

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever