I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
Are you up to your destiny?
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.
Unsubstantial Death is amorous.
I have a bone to pick with Fate