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Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.

All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 2.

Don Pedro: Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.
Beatrice: Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.
Don Pedro: You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.

I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Sonnet CXLVII

Prospero: We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Act iv, Sc. 1

If every ducat in six thousand ducats
Were in six parts, and every part a ducat
I would not draw them. I would have my bond.

Shylock: Act 4, Scene 1, lines 86-88