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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