When beggars die there are no comets seen;The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

The heavens themselves, the planets and this centreObserve degree, priority and place.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once.

When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

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