- "The canker death hath caten up love's tender plant." (Act 2, Scene 5)
- "But love from life's life drew my spirit,
And death hath sucked the honey of thy breath." (Act 5, Scene 3)
- "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." (Act 3, Scene 2)
- "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear." (Act 1, Scene 5)
- "The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light." (Act 2, Scene 3)