You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.