The Beautiful Death

‘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 frost
Upon 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