“O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die”
“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.Now I am dead,Now I am fled,My soul is in the sky.Tongue, lose thy light.Moon take thy flight.Now die, die, die, die.”
“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”
“Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.”
“I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.”
“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.”