“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.”

“My lord, I will take my leave of you. Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal...”

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam’d, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.”

“If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.”

“My dear dear lord,The purest treasure mortal times affordIs spotless reputation: that away,Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chestIs a bold spirit in a loyal breast.Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:Take honour from me, and my life is done:Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;In that I live and for that will I die.”

“I dreamt my lady came and found me dead. . . . . . . . . . . .And breathed such life with kisses in my lipsThat I revived and was an emperor.”

“But here must end the story of my life,And happy were I in my timely deathCould all my travels warrant me they live.”