“At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.”

“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”

“As you all know, Security Is Mortals chiefest Enemy.”

“One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours.”

“Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.”

“You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.”

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam’d, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.”