Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Take, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.[1]
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
Act i. Sc. 1.
He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love.
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no other agent.