If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
They were devils incarnate.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.