HELENA: There is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. ’Twere all one
That I should love a bright particular star
And think to wed it, he is so above me.
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Th’ ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet

All’s Well That Ends Well, Act 1, sc. 1, l. 89ff (1.1.89-97) (1602?)
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