‘O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!’
Tis in my memory lock'd,And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
-- Ophelia from Hamlet; Act 1, scene 3
Death lies on her, like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.
-- Juliet from Romeo and Juliet; Act 4, scene 5, line 28.
What's done cannot be undone.
-- Lady Macbeth from Macbeth; Act 5, scene 1