But love is blind and lovers cannot see

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.