Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

Leave us to our free election.

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.