Speak low, if you speak love.

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

The rain, it raineth every day.