"O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death!"
"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!"
"I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo."
"Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!"
"He that hath the steerage of my course,Direct my sail."