Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

Men should be what they seem.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Love goes toward love.