She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.