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

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Men from children nothing differ.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.

Well, honor is the subject of my story.