Let me not to the marriage of true minds
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.