As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

What's done can't be undone.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.

Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.