Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end