For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

Whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin I see hath been his timeless end. Oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm.Yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.

So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.