O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Every offense is not a hate at first.
Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end