There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

I say, without characters, fame lives long.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.