The worst is Death, and death will have his day.

Speak me fair in death.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

I  am a man more sinned against than sinning.

We have seen better days.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

This is very midsummer madness.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.

A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

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