Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

As soon as there was two there was pride.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.

Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

Great sorrows cannot speak.