Though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care

Do Good with what thou hast, or it will do thee no good.

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.

Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.

What! Wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

I kissed thee ere I killed thee -- no way but this,Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.