I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
And she's fair I love.
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.