But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.