Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, / Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away,/ Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this, / And let our selves benight our happiest day.

If one loves, one loves the whole person as he or she is, and not as one might wish them to be.

I am two fools, I know, for loving and saying so.

Send me nor this, nor that, to increase my store,
But swear thou think'st I love thee, and no more.